The thing about a blank page is that it's a fresh start. It's a clean slate waiting to be given a life, a journey. It's free to become whatever it wants. I think that's what my father tried to give me. I think that's what he was so desperately trying to make me understand. I think that's what he was desperately trying to make himself believe. But truth doesn't care about desires. It doesn't worry about convincing anyone of anything. The truth merely exists, even when people don't want it to.
There are no words that I can say or write down that will keep the truth from existing. I couldn't fix the past and I failed to change the future. That's the story of my life: there's no ignoring, nor fixing. It's ugly and permanent and can't not exist.
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Madison Steal
خيال علميA young woman with a tragic past visits the father she never met in search of answers regarding her mysterious powers.
