Quote by: Mary E. Pearson

Choice I needed it like I needed air. Bit no one could hear me. No one could listen. No words. No sound. No voice. I couldn't even dream myself away. Choices were made. None of them mine. At first I wondered if it was hell. And then I knew it was.


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Author Bio


  • NameMary E. Pearson
  • Descriptionyoung-adult fiction writer
  • BornAugust 14, 1955
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionAuthor