The Things I Can't Say

September 27, 2008
There are secrets.
Shoved past the door,
Locked away,
Out of reach,
In the attic,
Stuffed in a dark corner.
No one can get in.
Only I can know.
They're bursting to get out,
But they're too big
For anyone to know about.
Too serious,
Too complex.
So they stay.

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