They’re like intestinal parasites; gnawing incessantly at your insides, festering just beneath, grinding and eating away slowly, painfully, crippling you till you’re done and gone.


Like a soaked cotton winter coat; dragging you down in the middle of the ocean with a storm raging above and an undercurrent.


Like a starving wild beast; tearing you apart from inside out, carving out your body, piece by piece.


Like brain fuck; haunting your mind, isolating parts of your life, but growing exponentially until it consumes you. Your conscience. Your entire being. Until all that’s left is your soul. And the secrets you hide.


But here’s a secret… 






“My life gets kinda boring, Need something that I can confess.”

One Republic, Secrets



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