The tales they whisper, write with your heart. Feel the magic as it streams toward the page. But what if the beauty is dried and cracked? What if the ink, it fades? What if you were to find it then? Left on a tear-stained page. Dotted and blackened and worn with age. Would you be interested? Sparked with the gentle lull of curiosity? Would you try to unlock the hidden secrets? Would you labor over the words that wouldn't come, or had been worn away? And what if the letter turned up empty? What if the meaning was simply the harshest form of bullshit. Yes, mystery is alluring, and captivating to the mind, but what if the mystery hides merely illusion? When the magician's tricks are revealed will you walk away? When a person goes from god to man does your love fade? What if i go from expectation to reality...? Will everyone walk away? I know. It's different. But does that make it bad? Just because the grace comes not from a work of artistry or ballet, but from a place buried, deep inside. I've hidden it. But will you be worth my wait? Or will I just walk away?
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