It was my fifth grade teacher who introduced the idea that writing could be more than a hobby for me.
Lauren DeStefanoThere is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.
Lauren DeStefanoEven the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.
Lauren DeStefano