I clear my throat and decide to start somewhere, "I'm not really from Phoenix. I moved there when I was thirteen, on my own, to try to get away from my family and the stuff that was going on there."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
To be a master of metaphor is the greatest thing by far. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others, and it is also a sign of genius. — Aristotle, Poetics