All i ever wanted to do was write down everything that had happened, to see if by committing it to paper I could make some sense of it all. Or perhaps I just needed to prove to everyone, even myself that I wasn’t going crazy.
I wrote it all. It never made sense. And after all that pain of my bruised fingers from holding that pen so tight, i realised.
That yes i may be crazy. But crazy is golden. Its rare and im unique.
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