I don't know who I am anymore. I used to know. But now I don't. I've changed. I'm not who I was and now I don't know who I am. It's very confusing.
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Secrets Can Kill
No FicciónEveryone keeps secrets. Some are petty. Others tear us apart on the inside until all that's left is a shell of what used to be a living, breathing person.
