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Sometimes a secret can eat you up and sometimes a secret can be completely forgotten. This secret is neither. It follows me, but does not push. She doesn't ask why she is a secret. She knows. She cries for me. She holds me when I cry. She knows about the winged man in my dreams. She knows that to abandon me now would be shattering. She is my favorite secret. I am selfish with her and hold her all to myself. But somehow, I let her slip. She fell, but was not hurt and she does not leave me yet. But she may be an eating secret for others. She may be a forgotten secret for others. We will never say.