If she couldn't keep her own secrets, how could she ever keep yours? I found out about her faults, and now I get to keep them. I get to keep everything that could bring her to her knees, and you could even help me. But then, what kind of people would we be?
But then again, the rule still stands,
finders.
keepers.
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.
