Secrets
Secrets
Secrets are held dear they are precious to ones self. Ever passionate and not taken lightly. They can be good and they can be bad.
These dark secrets are my undoing...
Mine are bad, evil even. Taking over my very life. A deep current of nerves are ripping me apart inside.
These dark secrets are my undoing...
Thoughts turn to them often. My mind is not my own any longer. They will not let go.
These dark secrets are my undoing...
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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