The Dark Does Not Weep For Itself

Everyone's Dying. A Little, Every Day. Make It Count.

She Bestowed The Blessing Of A Wild Girl's Lips.

- 'music Opens Your Soul, Makes You Ready.' - 'ready For What?' - He Smiles Big. 'exactly.

No One Can Steal Our Dream.

There Was Something About The Island That Made The Girls Forget Who They Had Been. All Those Rules And Shalt Nots. They Were No Longer Waiting For Some Arbitrary Grade. They Were No Longer Performing. Waiting. Hoping. They Were Becoming. They Were.