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Today I've decided to construct a tidy little dark corner for my secrets. This is it. A good place to put them, I think. Better than letting them float around in the back of my head, tugging at the edges of my sanity.
I suppose I should divulge a little bit about myself, before anything: I am young, in my twenties, about to get married. I have a good job, a nice house, a great family. Really, for the most part, I am happy. My secrets, perhaps, are surprising, given the circumstances. Or perhaps, they are utterly uninteresting. Everybody has a part of themselves they keep hidden from the rest of the world, especially from the people they are closest to. A dark part, perhaps, a place of torture.
This is that part of myself.
