There are two types of secrets in this world. There are secrets of the mouth, simple things like gossip, such as who likes who. Unimportant things that once a person learns, it begs to be let out and passed to the next person. Then there are the secrets of the heart, the things that people keep to themselves, ones that weigh them down. They can’t share for fear, or pride, or shame, or some combination there in. These secrets are the ones that you sometimes want to say, but when you try they stick in your throat like a bitter poison. They are like stones within your heart, turning it cold. Once they've formed they’re hard to get rid of. It’s better to deal with them before they form, spit the poison out instead of consuming it, though it is much harder to do. We crave the secrets in our heart, they’re the ones that no one knows and no one could begin to guess. They’re what makes us, us. This craving will **** you if you let it, don’t. I urge you to at least try and give one up, just one, to anyone you wish. Take that stone out of your heart and throw it away. Let each step be lighter.