I have had my own share of secrets, many of which I have failed to hold comfort with. Rarely does the thought of joy cross my mind, but yet recently it has.
Therefore, I only wish to delve into the darker, torn pages of this Atlas early on in our expedition.
I, the Author, must state that I have tested the thoughts of removing myself from this realm forever, in a soul-ripping cascade of events to lead to the taking of my life.
I had mentioned that I was the atlas. I am no perfection, no clear vision, no unstained sheet of white. My pages are torn and tattered, the harshness of my crippling past haunting these very papers.
I contain dark stories and secrets of many companions and acquaintances, for they have entrusted me with their tales of woe and sorrow.
Yet, these scars of life and pain have closed since, and the cold sting of reality no longer burns at my cuts. The pages after these are clean and well-kept, treasured in time.
Torn pages and scars flow through life.
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The Otherworldly Atlas, Book 1
PoetryThe first collection of what lies in the pages of this Atlas. Here, you will discover what the Atlas is, what Love really means, how every person has a dark moment in life, and that Faith is the serene grace in today's society.
