“A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and shake out your darkest feelings, without worrying that people would think you were strange. While I… — Andrea Ashworth Copy Share Image
“At school, I couldn't help but grin. At home, something ripped under my skin when I smiled, trying to pretend that everything was fine.… — Andrea Ashworth Copy Share Image
“A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and… — Andrea Ashworth Copy Share Image
“A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and… — Andrea Ashworth Copy Share Image
