Dear Readers,
I've never been to sure how to tell this story. I know that it would be easier if I could just sit here and tell you exactly what happened, how it happened, but i'm not even to sure of that myself. Everything that's in my head is jumbled and scrambled, i'm unsure really of what is reality and what is fiction. That's up for you to bring your own conclusions to that. To whether you believe the crazy lies i've been feed and still sometimes believe. Maybe i'm crazy, maybe i'm wrong. But I sure as hell do not come empty to the blank page. I come bearing burdens, and trials, sights and feelings. Ready to lay all of it out as clear as the early day. For me to one day understand all that has happened and for me to one day understand all that has occured. Welcome to the madness my name is ____________. Or whatever you would like. I'd encourage you to question everything and above this question me, so that maybe one day I will find my answers.
Signed
Yours,
J.B.R or E.M.R or E.G.P
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Inter-Specter
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