A blank page is hope
It's a new beginning
A chance to change the future
And save yourself from the past
But all too often, we throw careless words down
Blackening the innocence
Never thinking of how the words will taste
Or how the sentence will feel rolling off the tongue
A page filled with writing
Is probably full of self-hate and loathing
Because we slam our impure thoughts around
Without realizing that maybe
The most beautiful thing
Is silence

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