Secrets, I have. Like everyone else does.
My very own, and that of others.
I keep secrets.
Secrets that I swear would break friends up.
Secrets that I swear would patch friends up.
Secrets that I swear would break couples up.
Secrets that I swear would patch couples up.
Secrets that could kill.
Secrets that could revive.
Secrets that involves me.
Secrets that are none of my business.
I keep them all.
None goes out.
But I know, and some people out there knows for fact that, if I let some of the secrets deposited into me out, one or more people would greatly regret their decisions on certain stuffs, change their point of view toward certain stuffs or people, take back some stuffs they said, break some promises they've made, feel fucking cheated, feel fucking humiliated, and would not know who to trust and love anymore. Secrets deposited into me aren't necessarily done so verbally or visionarily. There are some that are deposited into me physically, they are those that are deposited into me through happenings, through incidents that involves me and another party or more. I must say that the most regret generating, decision regretting, view changing, thought changing, heart shattering, dream shattering, trust backfiring secrets that I have comes from the physical secrets. I'm unable to imagine outcomes if these secrets in me out-goes.
Please don't mind my fucks, I'm just not feeling right.
