Untold Secrets
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Only in the deepest depths of my heart, hidden and unfortunately still pumping, lingers a large sliver that still lives in the unforgettable state of loneliness.My heart ached with longing for forgiveness at which I will never deserve to receive.
I've done things -terrible and irreversible things- in my lifetime that no person should experience.
They used to tell me to never live in my past, neither the future, but in my present. Thats the problem.
How can any sane person forget what they've done? Especially when what they've done is so captivating that forgetting would deem them even more inhumane.The dark corrupted lining of my heart withers away; my bitterness eating away at the strings that unravel my last strands of sanity.
Confusion of the unknown licks my mind like a flame that unknowingly tends to destroy everything in it's path.
The only thing it hasn't destroyed was my memory. No matter how hard you try memories never fade.
I should know, because those are my Untold Secrets.
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