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Monday, January 08, 2018

Chapter 1

It begins differently each time
I begin to write it.
Sometimes profound, mostly ridiculous,
Almost always bleak.

The words take a life of their own,
and become something else.
And so I never really let them live,
Afraid of how plain and uninspiring they must be,

Then today I thought,
Why should they be anything more?
If they fill the void in my heart,
should that not be everything ?

Rubbish as they might be,
Strange as they might sound.
I will not be afraid of my voice
that lie on crumpled scraps of paper in the bin.


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