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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.
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.
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