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Hidden secrets are buried,

deep within my soul,

of the times that I have lost it,

and times I lost control.

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Secrets of my childhood,

like my grandfather and I.

And the times he’d smack me to the floor,

until I started to cry.

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Secrets of not long ago,

of my early teenage years.

Cutting my skin deeper,

without shedding a single tear.

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Secrets of the present time,

are just scars left from the past.

Memories of my depression,

and how I fell so fast.

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These secrets will stay hidden,

so deep inside of me.

Locked up in a box,

never to be set free.



~*~ Jill ~*~