Everyone Thinks They're Going To Write One

You Happened To Me. You Were As Deep Down As I’ve Ever Been. You Were Inside Me Like My Pulse.

Did You Love Well What You Very Soon Left? Come Home And Take Me In Your Arms And Take Away This Stomach Ache, Headache, Heartache.

Paris Is A Wonderful City. I Can't Say I Belong To An Especially Anglophone Community.

With, Or Despite Our Scars, We Stay Alive.

Who Gets To Choose What Battle Takes Her Down?