hoosing this book as your choice. Now can I ask you a question? What does it mean to have suppression of voice? A barrier you allow to push you through life because people tell you what's wrong and what's right? What better way to express your sole choice than with the power of ink to retrieve your own voice? When you think there's no hope, remember the feeling of a single strand. I hope you can relate to this very book in your hand. Perhaps you and I share the same form of expression; struggling to become understood and understanding you're not forgotten. You matter just as much as everyone else, but it's easy to think otherwise.