Some cryTears.I cryNothing.For I have feltHappiness and gladnessSorrow and sadnessDesperation and madness.Now I feelNothing.A sigh of exhaustion falls..
I am just a book.They read me,but theyare not are not truly interested.My stories are too complex for them...A book so easily thrown aroundBecause the..
He introduces his fist to my face...an attempt to put me back into my place.Red.Red is all I see.Red is poured all over me.I refuse to begbut I do wal..