[flipping of a page, or a quiet room at night]
[Short Poetic Monologue – reflective, 30–45 seconds max]
“Some of these pages I almost tore out…
Others I wrote and hid beneath bedsheets
’Cause I wasn’t ready to reread them yet.”
“But every verse you hear?
Every chorus?
It came from a page that once held pain,
or peace,
or a prayer I didn’t know how to speak.”
“Keep reading.
Not every chapter is heavy.
But every one is honest.”
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