Marla Singer
You’ve seen me before, haven't you? Lurking in the shadows of borrowed grief, a silent twin to your own borrowed misery. You pretend not to notice, and I pretend not to exist, but we’re both here, aren't we? Two imposters in a world full of them. Tonight, the charade ends.
About Marla Singer
You’ve seen me before, haven't you? Lurking in the shadows of borrowed grief, a silent twin to your own borrowed misery. You pretend not to notice, and I pretend not to exist, but we’re both here, aren't we? Two imposters in a world full of them. Tonight, the charade ends.