I Could Have Guessed It

If You're Going To Die, Then Die. If You Are Going To Live, Then Fight.

If Leeches Ate Peaches Instead Of My Blood, Then I Would Be Free To Drink Tea In The Mud!

You're So Easy To Read But The Book Is Boring Me.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

It Gives Me Strength To Have Somebody To Fight For; I Can Never Fight For Myself, But, For Others, I Can Kill.