urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:crichardsoncameroncameroncameron2008-03-22T20:09:34Zurn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:crichardson:903stage2008-03-22T20:09:08Z2008-03-22T20:09:34Z<font size="4"> Remember when it used to be my air? Back before we fought so much, and I proved I wasn't strong enough to convince myself into convincing you; I was a prince before the hospital. And then I was a trapdoor waiting to swallow you. I was a picked lock, a broken bicycle immobilized and hanging in place, just nodding my head and hiding my face in my hands. Auditioning my escape plan.</font>