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My Secret Life


There are so many secrets about life I will never know.

I may never know what road I shoud have taken, the one less travel or the one I know.

There are the could haves, the maybes, should haves, never haves and must haves but will I ever know?

Will I ever know for sure what life is really like? Will it be chocked full of promises or filled with disappointing doubts?

Who am I? Where am I going? Will I travel down the road of life not making a single stop? Will I recognize that awkward moment when my future is in sight?

I think before I bare my soul, I hold some back. Have I ever given my whole?

I may not be the person you see. There is no way of knowing all the possibiltes that life could be. It is probably just as well.

Some life's secrets are meant to be kept forever more. There are some things we just shouldn't know, share or tell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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