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The Secret

She who hold my secrets…

have to keep it to herself..

she asked me if she can let it somebody else..

another ‘she’ we trusted..

i knew she can’t keep it.. its too deep..

but i just cant hide from her…

i know she hates me..but loves me at the same time..

she judge me..but hold me because who i am..

we are no more the girls wearing school girl costumes

yet we are still crazy at times..

we are no more girl thingy like hanna montana or raven...

we are more in ‘desperate housewives’..we are women

but we still keep secrets..hard to keep it in the diary sometimes..

need to spill it chapter after another.. we let it out.


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