Loss Could Be Used As A Measure

I'm Just A Friendly Bystander Who They Occasionally Ask Questions Of. That's My Level Of Involvement.

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.

And My Sister, My Lindsey, Left Me In Her Memories, Where I Was Meant To Be.

If I Shut My Eyes, I Believed, I Would Disappear. To Make It Through, I Had To Be Present The Whole Time.

Murderers Are Not Monsters, They're Men. And That's The Most Frightening Thing About Them.