When circumstances overpower you to look into something on someone you wouldn't want to find anything on, and you (un)fortunately found something you weren't looking for, something so damning that if told, could breach that thing that made you not to want to find anything on that someone.
Then comes the awkward, perhaps interesting moment when you gotta decide whether to want to tell, or to have to tell, or just call it a secret like everyone has one, and I pray you don't have to tell because it hurts to rat out or humiliate someone that close, especially when avoidable, and in knowing that not telling doesn't always mean you can't... I'm not saying you should lie; what I'm implying is, who doesn't let go for the benefit of more than just oneself?
Saturday, 17 September 2016
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