Secrets
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MatureOngoing6m
Last published Mon, Mar 11, 2019
There's a "hell" in hello,
"Good" in goodbye,
"Lie" in believe,
" Over" in lover,
"End" in friend,
& an "If" in life.
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Does the pain really end once you let all the secrets out?
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