Ssh.

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There's this secret I'm keeping.

One you can't tell.

It's eating me alive.

I feel locked inside a shell.

Ssh.

Be quiet.

No don't speak.

If you must know...

I'm feeling quite weak.

I feel so hollow.

If only you knew.

My secret is...

Ssh.

I'm sorry.

But I can't tell you.

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