In my blood the true message lies

I pick up my pen and I start to write. The words pour perfectly from my heart onto the page, splashing little red speckles across the paper. O my dear, my love, I write you this letter using my blood; for it is in my blood that the true message lies.
Words in my mind surge through my body trying to find a means of escape. My hand falls prey to these words and with each flick of my wrist they are unleashed onto the paper. As I scrawl across the page, the words etch themselves into my skin, swearing by my flesh and blood that they are true; making an oath that will always be with me, an oath I cannot go back on.

* an extract out of the book i am writing*

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