Is This Place Called Virgins? Well, I

Sorry, No Conprendo I Don't Speak Loser.

One By One, Drops Fell From Her Eyes Like They Were On An Assembly Line - Gather, Fall, Slide...gather, Fall, Slide...each One Commemorating Something She Had Lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

Is This Place Called Virgins? Well, I Shouldn't Be Here! -nina

This Is Our Big Chance To See What People Think Of Us. The Real Us. We Have To Show Em There's Nothing To Be Afraid Of. If We Don't Get Over Our Fears, They Never Will.

I Like Writing About The Issues We All Bump Up Against As We Get Older, But I Try To Present Them In A Fun Way.