paint over my words with your own

im not the first to choose a pen as my weapon and i wont be the last. my inspiration is not whimsical but fueled by a history of profound statements birthed from triumph and tragedy. but im telling my story and theres a reason we are two instead of one. this is your time now and not to rewrite the words ive already written. your life deserves your unique eloquence. ive made my choices and paid my dues and would rather hear your story as told by you. i am glad that we are two. i have read all the words that i have written and have lived it. but i would be glad to retire in the company of words that arent mine. you are young and will experience much. what you choose to scribe will take or save your life. its time to let go of the notion of conforming to anything i wrote. clear the page and fill it with your own.