A PostSecret.
"I hate myself for giving in to your sick desires.
Every time we have sex, a bit of my soul dies."
....
I mean, I get it.
I know why PostSecret is so popular. Hundreds of thousands of people like to see the secrets being shared that remind them of something they might think, or feel, or say.
Or hear.
So, then.... why do I look the hardest for the ones that, if they were meant for me, would deconstruct me fundamentally?
1:12 p.m. - 2014-04-21
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