“I get used to a new person like a gift I didn't ask for. I don't know what I'm going to do with them at first. Sometimes I throw them out. Sometimes they get tucked away on the closet shelf, forgotten. But sometimes, I question how I ever lived without them.” FriendsGiftsStrangersAcquaintances Book:Survived By: A Memoir in Verse + Other Poems Source: Survived By: A Memoir in Verse + Other Poems