The Secrets I Hold
The secrets I hold,
are everlasting.
They tear at my every fiber.
used,
broken,
unwanted.
Not pure enough for anyone to hold.
Because he deserves better.
The secrets I hold,
are contradictory,
to the words I have spoken aloud my whole life.
fool,
coward,
hypocrite.
Not even close to the person I once was.
The secrets I hold,
cannot hold me to one place.
run,
away.
Now in hiding, I will find solace.
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