Sunday 28 April 2013

A Voice in the Wilderness

I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, I cried and I thought, and I couldn't figure out why. But I had to tell you and so I'm going to let it all out. Let it all come out on paper, bleed into ink and draw into dust. You shall bear witness to the crimes that I bear, this safe that suffocates me is no more for I can not live this lie anymore. So I'm out here into the wild, and like a phoenix I rise from my ashes.

Naked inside I finally write to you.

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