I have a habit of storing secrets. I always felt like I had to keep them. Like staying hidden and keeping parts of myself were part of my survival. Since I indulged in my habit often, I began to find enjoyment from it. Like I was some sort of undercover spy. I frequently visited my chest full of secrets to put in my latest use of concealed information in.
I was in control.
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We'll burn that bridge when we come to it
RomanceWynter has always been the image of perfection, her parents made sure of that. That's until the summer, when everything changes.
