Secrets.

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You make them,
Then reveal them.
Or either ink them onto the pages,
That are just temporary cages,
For the the wild animal, the wild feeling,
Trapped inside it.

Open that door,
And shut them in,
What are you waiting for?
You're just enduring everyone and everything.
Hide yourself,
For they will never stop whispering,
What you're sick of hearing.

What a beautiful, intense wave that is,
Just one more step further,
And swish,
They're gone.
The emotions you held onto for too long.

And now,
You're sinking,
Deep down,
Into the never-ending, pitch-black darkness,
With those secrets.

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