open a book. turn the page.

For the past 11 months, my notebooks have been in a suitcase locked away. Not the ones that are in my handbag filled with blue ink, of course. But my history. I took such an emotional and psychological beating over a three year period, that I shut off one of the most important parts of me. Sure there's a lot of my words floating around here on this site, but they aren't inky. Ink is and will always be what flows through my veins. My blood line....
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