She was your average girl. She didn’t look like anything you hadn’t seen before. She probably wouldn’t turn your head in public. Though, if she had opened her mouth you would surely know her face. The other girls and I looked out across the dinner table and listened. It was like nails on a chalkboard. [...]
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Is it for you? Or is it for me? I ask myself every day. I ask myself because I cannot talk. You cannot hear me and cannot read my mind; therefore, we are unable to communicate. You sat me here, in this prison cell of moveable metal and rubber. I did not ask to be [...]
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