Scribble

My pen quivers as any mark on this blank page becomes permanent, bound forever with what is left, no matter what mistakes are made.  I cannot unwrite you, and scratching you out will only leave greater scars.  I thought this had to be flawless, but fear cannot dictate these unwritten words.  So I’ll make my mistakes, because the editing process is long and ongoing. No story is born perfect.

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