Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. ~Terri Guillemets
Some days so many words rush to my head,
But I don't know how to say them
So I write them instead
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
How is it possible to feel alone in a town of hundreds? How is it possible that every night 22,000 teenagers are homeless? How is it possible that they can cry without being noticed?
How is it possible to feel alone in a town of hundreds?
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