|PART ONE|
sometimes i get so sad, and it hurts so much and i don't know what to do. it's a combination of a lot of things, a lot of shit that has happened all built up inside of me, weighing me down. i hate it, i hate it so much, and i feel so lost. the only reason i'm even keeping a journal is because writing poetry helps bleed all these feelings out. it's probably all really shitty free hand poetry but who cares, it's just gonna be me reading this. yeah, so i guess i'll begin now...
they bear freedom on their wings
and maybe, just maybe, i'll fly away too
~Excerpt from page 1 of Sage Coltrane's journal
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Dear Sage (V1)
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