Inside I'm dying to tell someone my secret.
It still torments me how easily I gave in.
There's this person I envy.
She set free her burden.
Despite the secret judgment.
In which I cowardly agreed.
She is still afterall free from it.

I'm dying to be freed.
But I'm afraid to be judged.
Just from that reckless moment.
I bet your opinion of me will change.
So still I remain silent.
And with me the secret remains.
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