Diary of a Charlatan

I offer no apoligies for what you see, read or hear on this blog.

I do not pretend myself a poet or storyteller, for it is not I who writes these words. I am merely but a vessel. In the deepest despair and only in the sweet embrace of vice, does The Charlatan dare appear. Only then does he ever put his pen to paper, ever more eloquently than I ever could, to expunge our demons through his prose.
Nov 05
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All I once knew is now a fading dream. I’ll hold on to the fragments, to the love that is now broken which I refuse to discard. When I cross over this will be the only proof I’ll take, that I once loved and was loved in return.
- The Charlatan
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