These my dear Children are my Whisperings in Ink...Welcome one and all and listen if you will to the whisperings of my quill. Listen if you will to the scritch, scritch, scritch of it across the parchment as my bleeding Soul is laid bare before you on the page. Listen closely and perhaps you will hear my whispered anguish. Read on dear ones and weep with me, laugh with me, rage with me, love and hate with me...live and die with me. Welcome you are, read on dear ones and prepare yourself for your very soul will be forever changed by the experience. Are you prepared to enter my darkness?
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