secret keepers

Don’t think you know what I’ve been through just as I don’t know what you’ve been through. Perhaps our stories have similarities and perhaps parts of them can be the same but you don’t know anything except what I want you to know.

There are parts of my story I never want you to know. I didn’t even want to know them myself, so why would I ever want to share them with someone else?

There’s just so much lost time–lost innocence–and it’s something I’m never going to get back. How do you come to terms with it at all? Will we always feel this sad? I’m drowning and I can’t bring myself to swim. I was just a child and couldn’t choose the things around me. I’ve tried so hard to make it different but I can’t be strong enough for that to happen. No matter how hard I try we can’t shake the things of my past. I don’t know what that means really, but it feels like it’s going to be something that lasts my entire life. And if that’s true, then I don’t know if I really want any part of it.

The great secret-keepers, the ones who don’t want you to think that anything is wrong. That’s what we are.

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