She stood there, and everything changed.

Not a poem, but some sort of truth.

Where are you, my partner in crime?

Looking for a place to forget your face.

"Want to know the secret I've been hiding for so long, Hope?" The girl who killed my father gave a sinister smile as she said those words.

She thought she saw stars, but those were his eyes.

My bags are packed. I'm ready to go.

About 20 years of not being a doll.

Stop waiting. It sucks.