31/F/India    A dark soul, lost in the mayhem. I don’t write fancy poems, Just sad ones.

17/F    Time kisses me tenderly

F/Laughlin, Nevada    Wrote my first lines at age 10. Never stopped. I write because I can't not write. Every word is ©, protected by barbed wire, quicksand …

For the girl of eleven or twelve who wrote thousands of stories alone in her room—and never shared a single one.