Instead Of Satisfying Me, The Kisses Have

Just Because People Starve In A Book, Doesn't Mean That We Will Starve In The Future.

I Try To Forgive Her For My Father's Sake. But To Be Honest, I'm Not The Forgiving Type.

Entrails. No Hissing. This Is The Closest We Will Ever Come To Love.

But The Words Are Easy And Soothing, Promising Tomorrow Will Be More Hopeful Than This Awful Piece O Time We Call Today.

The Realization That I’d Have Nothing To Take Home Had Finally Sunk In. My Knees Buckled And I Slid Down The Tree Trunk To Its Roots. It Was Too Much. I Was Too Sick And Weak And Tired, Oh, So Tired. Let Them Call The Peacekeepers And Take Us To The Community Home, I Thought. Or Better Yet, Let Me Die Right Here In The Rain.