I wish to forget everything I know and all those there in. I would tear my stilling beating heart from out of my chest and throw it away. For being myself I have lost opportunity. And now I must deal with it in a most unlike manner. I must hold my tongue and forget what I thought and hoped and aspired for. If I could I would shed that one pure and perfect formed tear, the ultimate tear of sadness and regret, of the hollowness I have become. I have lost myself and now I wish that part to stay lost for all time. And so I now purge myself of my old life.