the pages once were blank

...but now are stained with words of ache and deplorable truths.

just like innocence.
purity.
naivety.
taken.
torn.
shattered.
tainted.



remember when those pages were blank?
fresh,
beautiful,
crisp,
cream.
too perfect to touch.
i could barely etch my name in ink.


the pages turned,
i become more daring.
no, more scared.
but i wrote.
robbing it of its fresh life;
it was built for beauty.
my story is not.



they hold me.
the words and images on those lines.
they are our home.
our home.
..as much as it hurts.

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remember when they were pure?
remember when they were untouched?
why did i do it?
couldn't i keep quiet?
couldn't i find someplace else for my filth?
why did i do it??

...no.
why did they.