Speak to me low a secret, and I will keep it best I can. To some it is a torture not to tell, but I am not one such as that. I think no one will know that I know — my face will not beam with the holding of it, whether it be of the good or of misfortune. Trust is a hard won thing, not given so lightly as the trees give their leaves in autumn. Tell me your hidden thing, and it will be like you told nobody at all. I hold of this holding it be a dear prize, and I shed a layer of my own heart if I tell of it, a fragment broken from my soul thrown away. I have always desired that I could be one as a keeper of an unknown flame, that someone find in me strength enough to be a guardian of its fire. Tell me truth, and true I stay — let not any demon promise make me spill loose the cup of your trust. Speak to me low a secret, and I will keep it best I can.
Keegan
12:20pm tuesday, 23rd december
All this stuff is so poetic Stand. It's good stuff mate.
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9:35am wednesday, 24th december
Is this like a confessional?? Wouldn't it be fantastic to be unburdened, but can I trust you??? MMM??? Anyway- Have a good Christmas.
Keegan
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