Everyone's Got A Different Story.

Every Parent Has Those Moments Where They Look At Their Child And Think, 'there's A Demon In Those Eyes And No One Can See It But Me!

There's Not A Thing Wrong With You, You're Right The Whole Way Through.

When I Tell Her What I’m Thinking And She Tells Me What She’s Thinking, Our Each Ideas Jumping Into The Other’s Head, Like Coulouring Blue Crayon On Top Of Yellow That Makes Green.

Everybody's Damaged By Something.

For All The Books In His Possession, He Still Failed To Read The Stories Written Plain As Day In The Faces Of The People Around Him.