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I've become the secrets that were whispered at twilight. They floated toward me silently, but burned intensely- becoming branded on my skin. It's not that I want to hide them, but I also don't want to display them- At least not to you, not anymore. For the more you know, the more I risk losing you, or perhaps myself. You are, unknowingly,  the detonator of these explosive secrets. They shine brightly, blindingly, every time you come near. I refuse to save myself Destruction is inevitable. The deeper you understand the secrets, the closer your essence creeps to the unseen button. But you see, there's a catch. If I dare stop you from treading near my end, I risk bringing upon yours. I refuse to save myself- don't you understand? The bursting of my secrets will yield the most spectacular show of light. For I will become the piercing white of the stars- and you will be able to thrive within the light of my destruction. I can't keep my light away from the one who loves it. Instead I'll give you everything- As is the price of secrets.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
Secrets
I've become the secrets that were whispered at twilight. They floated toward me silently, but burned intensely- becoming branded on my skin. It's not that I want to hide them, but I also don't want to display them- At least not to you, not anymore. For the more you know, the more I risk losing you, or perhaps myself. You are, unknowingly,  the detonator of these explosive secrets. They shine brightly, blindingly, every time you come near. I refuse to save myself Destruction is inevitable. The deeper you understand the secrets, the closer your essence creeps to the unseen button. But you see, there's a catch. If I dare stop you from treading near my end, I risk bringing upon yours. I refuse to save myself- don't you understand? The bursting of my secrets will yield the most spectacular show of light. For I will become the piercing white of the stars- and you will be able to thrive within the light of my destruction. I can't keep my light away from the one who loves it. Instead I'll give you everything- As is the price of secrets.
Can I be the Bringer of the Light?
ramennoodles890
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
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