her wrinkled pages

her story much of it damp and distorted by tears.
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ink runs, smudges and bleeds underneath her shaking hand. she rushes to smooth out the imperfections but the stains begin to set in, the moisture wrinkling the crisp pages.
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she wants so terribly to rewrite everything, to erase herself and reinvent herself. yet to lose so much would be… would be…
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signed, j