Mr. Freeman Sighs. "no Imagination. What Are

You’re Not Dead, But You’re Not Alive, Either. You’re A Wintergirl, Lia-lia, Caught In Between The Worlds. You’re A Ghost With A Beat- Ing Heart. Soon You’ll Cross The Border And Be With Me. I’m So Stoked. I Miss You Wicked.

My Face Becomes A Picasso Sketch, My Body Slicing Into Pieces.

Can't Escape Pain, Kiddo. Battle Through It And You Get Stronger.

They Tied Me Back Together, But They Didn't Use Double Knots. My Insides Are Draining Out Of The Fault Lines In My Skin, I Can Feel It, But Every Time I Check The Bandages, They're Dry.

There Is No Safer. There’s Not Even Safe, Never Has Been.