(P)eopleโs good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.
And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and itโs my voice this time and itโs asking a question: How does she know?
Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.
Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun
No one is who they pretend to be
I understood all that in my head, but I still didnโt believe it in my heart.