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I'm Not Out Here Looking For No Garbage Cans To Curl Up In. I'm Looking For The Same Good Dreams Everybody Else Is Hoping For, But I Don't See Where They Are. Or Maybe I See Where They Are, But I Don't See How To Get There.

With My Writing, What I Want To Do Is Humanize The Young People I Write About.

Sometimes I Feel Like I Have Walked Into The Middle Of A Movie. Maybe I Can Make My Own Movie. The Film Will Be The Story Of My Life. No, Not My Life, But Of This Experience. I'll Call It What The Lady Who Is The Prosecutor Called Me. Monster.

I Think That If We Can't Go Back, Then We Should Try Even Harder To Go Forward. And I Do Want To Go Forward, To A Place Where Loving Someone Because They Have A Gentle Smile And A Friendly Hello Is As Easy As It Once Was.

But Now, Like A Fallen Sparrow On A Golden Chain, I'm Forever Bound In Shadow, A Prisoner To My Pain.