Finding Jessica

trying to reach that essential plateau of hopeless wonderment associated with achieving the ultimate inspiration...

If only there was a way to make the people you wanted to see you - really see you. Your fears, your needs, beliefs, dreams... Not what they think is right for you or where they can fit you in or where they think you should fit...

Aren't there any magic glasses?

Am I invisible? Do my expressions say so little? Does my heart not break? Do my eyes cry without reason? Am I seen?

Am I intelligent? Beautiful? Useful? Do I have a purpose?

There is no happily ever after, is there?

I can't see anything anymore...is there a purpose?

Where are the magic glasses?

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