Secrets
You hold it in
Try not to let it out
Need to share it
But wouldn't dare it
So much bottled up
No more room to stuff
Cracks appear
People start to fear
All those secrets rushing through
Wishing some of them to be untrue
Convinced to share and spread through the air
Next thing you know
Your secrets are to go
Your to blame
You should be asshamed.
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