"What happens to a man when he spills his heart on a page and he watches words flow away, then his feelings lie on the page alone, there waiting for someone who cares to read them, to open their eyes to see them, to see if they can make his thoughts their own... Letting you see through me now only consumes me... Forget your pain!"
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