There are things that happen, and they make a mark upon yourself. I like to press this mark against the paper and see what is left behind. Unfortunately the deepest marks cut, and blood will stain the paper.
This is obviously the hardest time to put ink down, all that blood just gets in the way.
I don't know what to write, what is past the line, what is too true, what should I tell. The truth is long, shocking, and oh so boring. The lies are just a diversion, to make a false front or fake impressions.
If I write what I want to right now it would't be fair to certain people. No one is going to read it anyways are they? I guess someone might read it...
I know that there is a answer, but I am too tired to find it right now.
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