I sit in this stark cold room with its gray walls shedding flakes of chipping paint, cursing the events of that day which led me here.
As I stare down at the empty page, just laying on the table waiting for me to take up my pen and fill it with words, it seems to shout at me, “Time has run out, CONFESS!”
I shudder at the thought of having to stain the clean lines of these pages before me with the filth of those memories……
As I stare down at the empty page, just laying on the table waiting for me to take up my pen and fill it with words, it seems to shout at me, “Time has run out, CONFESS!”
I shudder at the thought of having to stain the clean lines of these pages before me with the filth of those memories……
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