Life kept rolling her over like a piece of driftwood in the surf of an angry sea
she was intelligent and beautiful and well-off
she made friends easily
yet she wasn’t able to put the pieces together into any recognizable shape
she wasn’t sure who she wanted to be
so she ended up being no one in particular
she made herself almost invisible
she was the person you loved so much
who really wasn’t there at all.
~James Laughlin
~James Laughlin
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