Secrets always have this hidden charm beneath, and many loves to unravel other people's secrets and share the naked truth of the contents. To me, secrets are scary, and the charm to me turns evolves into misery. Flip the coin, there are 2 sides to everything, isn't it. Knowing the secrets of friends that you aren't realy close to are fun, because it is always a pleasure to our own happiness above one's misery. I never dare to walk into my family's or close friend's sacred world, even if I am invited. These days somehow they just come so freely that I couldn't catch my breath. It was so painful to know how much these deepest secrets hurts. It grew so intense that I thought, "that's it. Enough of secrets." I just want to live my own life and be as ignorant as I can be as my responsibily is to lead my own the way I should. Isn't that everybody's responsibility too? To live their own life and not implicate on others?
Yes I too have my own dark secret, hidden in the deepest part inside me, and yes it is going to stay in there forever......
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