So I finally took the time to go through this very old box that is falling apart on me to try to figure out what was inside. When I opened it up all it contained was paper, little bits of paper, scratch paper the size of a table cloth, regular sized paper, color construction paper, and just about everything in between all of it old, yellowed, stained and wrinkled. When I looked at the paper I realized that there was writing on it. All of it had the same style handwriting, some of it faded in pencil, others in sharpies, markers and ball point pen. Then I realized these were the scrap writings of my bestfriend Colin, who has been dead since 1999. As I sorted through them I came across this bit that just really left me... well... unnerved for a lack of a better word.
"Today, I'm gonna face a demon head on with righteousness at her side, guns in her hands, until mercy is cried. Let it be my mercy, my soul in need of mercy that cries..."
I guess because I don't know what the context of the line is from or from what situation it came out of, it creeps me out. But I find it interesting none the less.
Blabbering again... Sorry.
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