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there is an art to secrets a necessity to keeping them, to hiding them away like the dust under the rug or the thing just Too Uncomfortable to talk about that get hidden under guilt and shame and fear (this is not a reason to keep them) but there exists a thing called protection and something more terrible: love. these are things you will die for. sometimes, secrets fall into place so you do not have to. sometimes, yes, they will bury you whole still alive, still breathing, but drowning -- there are days when they will save you instead.
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Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 4:06 AM UTC
to the truth seeker (from the secret keeper)
there is an art to secrets a necessity to keeping them, to hiding them away like the dust under the rug or the thing just Too Uncomfortable to talk about that get hidden under guilt and shame and fear (this is not a reason to keep them) but there exists a thing called protection and something more terrible: love. these are things you will die for. sometimes, secrets fall into place so you do not have to. sometimes, yes, they will bury you whole still alive, still breathing, but drowning -- there are days when they will save you instead.
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Tokyo, Japan
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 4:06 AM UTC
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