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My confession to the page

The words on this page flow freely- Unlike the words of forgiveness, confession or sin

Each letter, ink blot, scratch, representing something left unsaid. Some word I did not write or a word I meaqnt to say.

Swirls cover up the meaning behind, the sound of voices in my head driven away by the scratch-scratch-scratch of pen to page.

Words are my saviour
Ink my grace
Each line my confession
My forgiveness? This page.