by Madam Z
I have too many secrets. The vault in which I keep them is stuffed with shameful scrip. They are old secrets, but they are in pristine condition, having been stored away in the air-tight, waterproof chamber. I am in constant fear that I may accidentally leave the door unlocked, or that age will erode the structural integrity of the heavy walls. What if I forget that those old secrets are to remain secret and I start babbling... opening the floodgates and revealing my disgraceful past, which continues to haunt me, even though I have turned my wretched life around? And then, worst of all... what if no one would care?
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