The Secret

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I have a secret.

So big, mountains look like ants in comparison.

So disastrous, the world would come to an end if it was revealed.

So bearing that I hunch my back every time I think about it.

I have a secret.

That could kill a reputation.

Could make someone hate me.

Kill my hopes and dreams of what I can see in my vision.

A secret so spectacular, take it to the grave.

Reputations tremble when it is told.

I have a secret.

This is my secret.

Isn't anything I'll ever share.

My secret makes me stutter to even think about it.

But somehow, I want it to be known.

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XO, Anna

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