Starting this day, she was no longer going to be quiet, a wallflower no more. Votes: 5
I had choosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies. Votes: 1
Could a scar be like the rings of a tree, reopened with each emotional season? Votes: 1
I wanted so badly to be seen, yet my pride prevented me from obviously asking to be seen. I did not want to be seen by demand, but rather by their choosing. Votes: 1