Secrets
Hungry for help,
Yet mute in fear of misjudgment,
I store my confessions in vaults.
Gated and guarded,
My secrets are sheltered in silence;
A lone and cumbersome collection.
So long I have left them there,
Concealed under foolproof security,
Not even I know how to unlock them.
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