

Confess The DepthsHe sat there, rolling the pen inside of his hand. Needing to finally bring reality to something that has only lived inside of his mind. Desiring to finally be able to express what he was finding harder and harder the strength to repress. It was all becoming so tiring. Yet, here he was, again. Sitting at this same desk, pen in hand, paper on desk, thoughts in mind, and only a few words inked on the paper. He sat there, hoping that this time, hed finish it. It was the same piece of paper that he started using when he decided that he wanted to even write it out. Holding the same few lines that he wrote then, too. Nothing new added onConfess The Depths
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