Her hair is blurred, unfocused. Just like my life. I can't decide what to focus on.
The play. My grandpa. My surgery.
My mouth is throbbing and he's gone.
The medicine makes my heart disappear and I think I'm dead.
I guess I really got into character.
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The Diary of Margot Frank
Non-FictionA nonfiction account of a young girl's experiences in theatre, through vignettes.
