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Sep 2010
It's my Secret to tell
It's my very own Hell to hold inside
To make into something else
To never fully let Die
If I am the only one who knows the truth am I safe from it?
It seems like only yesterday
You gave me something to keep from Everyone
If it was out, Would I have half of what you once had
It's my Secret to tellΒ Β 
I almost hold what you had, completely
Karina Rose
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