Book excerpt: I had a million cuts standing on a thousand stitches, A ton of weight from a heart without the riches... Of holding on to you for a while longer, Of seeing myself coming through my past a bit stronger. Those cuts began to bleed, The more I bled, the more I wrote, My chains melted and my words got freed. And I removed all my stitches just for you, For I saw my words and not my blood, started becoming your need.