The Key Holds The Truth

You Are Unique, And This Is A Beautiful, Beautiful Thing, Grasshopper.

You're Quite Tall.' Just What A Girl Wants To Be Reminded Of.

She Shrieks Above The Din. "if You Wish A Battle, I Shall Give It. I Am The Last Of My Kind. I Shall Not Lie Down Without A Fight.

Do Not Be Tempted By English Roses. Their Beauty Fades, But Their Thorns Are Forever.

Goodbye," I Whisper At Last, When It No Longer Matters And There Is No One To Hear It But The Window.