She had too many secrets to keep. Most of her secrets weren’t at all interesting, but she kept them close believing her soul should be a mystery. The secrets were wound tightly around her heart like duct tape on a leaky pipe, an insufficient and temporary stop gap.

One day, her secrets began to peel away because her fluttering heart needed to beat hard and strong. This is a heart that would not be confined. It pushed and pounded until the secrets were stripped away.

That is when she came to know the world.

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