Loss Could Be Used As

One Thing About Failing Repeatedly: If You're Still Doing It After You've Failed That Much, You Really Mean It.

She Liked To Imagine That When She Passed The World Looked After Her, But She Also Knew How Anonymous She Was.

But, He Also Said It Because Part Of Him Wanted More Of Her, This Cold Woman Who Was Not Exactly Cold, This Rock Who Was Not Stone.

These Things, She Felt, Were Not To Be Passed Around Like Disingenuous Party Favors. She Kept An Honor Code With Her Journals And Her Poems. 'inside, Inside,' She Would Whisper Quietly To Herself When She Felt The Urge To Tell.

I Live In A World Where Two Truths Coexist: Where Both Hell And Hope Lie In The Palm Of My Hand