Often, When The Last Page Is Turned,

How Do You Know That You Are Not Part Of A Book? That Someone's Not Reading Your Story Right Now?

I Have Never Fit Into This Town, This Marriage, This Skin. I Am The Child Who Was Picked Last To Play Tag; I Am The Girl Who Laughed Although She Did Not Get The Joke; I Am The Piecemeal Part Of You That You Pretend Doesn't Exist, Except It Is All I Am, All The Time.

We Could All Be Lucky. We Could All Be What We Want To Be, Instead Of Who Someone Else Told Us To Be.

Nowadays, I Dont Have Expectations, And This Way She Beats Them All.

Read A Ton. Take A Workshop Course So You Learn To Give And Get Criticism.