sjsprWriting

I wonder what it feels like to have your life barred from existance. 
Like your own personal "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." 
Drugs? Too explicit. 
Alcohol? Too explicit. 
Sex? Too fucking explicit. 
Suicide?... Who wants to read about that?
Until it's up in the newspaper stands, on every one, talking of a kid whose family problems and vices consumed him.
"How sad", they'll say, "I never would've thought he went through so much."
"Such a bright kid."
"So full of life."

Banned lives reflected in the books we chastize in our modern Inquisition.