I.

Magenta. I don't even know what I am to me.

II.

M. This is not I; I am not of this world.

III.

M. I am dead inside. Hate is only what I feel
And only what makes me alive is you...

IV.

M. I feel no shame either, as said.
I was gonna write equally terrible
About futility and that I don't cry.

I'm just lying on my bed.

V.

M. I love you so much.