I Live Where The Sky Ends

I took a creative writing class my freshman year. Our teacher had us keep a daily journal which she collected routinely and would comment on. She liked to write in the margins or at the end of entries, commenting on what she had read. I wrote one particular entry that ended as follows:

"Same old story, different day. Hearts are broken all the time. Why is mine any different?"
And under it, she wrote, "Because it's yours."

This one's for her.

It only takes one voice to start a revolution. SPEAK FOR YOURSELF.