I was going to start with a normal first blog post. A bunch of nonsense words strung together to try and paint a picture for an imaginary audience about who I am. Age, hair color, eye color, interests, some random babble about how INTERESTING I am.
Lies.
But starting with a poem made sense to me. Because the words I put onto paper when I am alone in my room are the only things truthful about my existence. Everything else belongs to the picture-perfect façade that I put up on a daily basis. These words, they are the only things that are undeniably my own.
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