Secrets
A part of darkness, holding shame, bad news, and depression.
Hiding behind convinent lies, thinking no one sees through, all the clouds of
deception the secrets have formed for you.
Secrets we keep until the day God calls, and that is when you know they were
not secrets at all.
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