Deja Still - Secret

I carry a secret inside;
that tears at my soul.
I bury it farther down;
it still continues to pull.
I feel it grow;
with each passing sun.
It feeds on my past;
and the things i have done.
A life of it's own;
complete with human form.
That summer night, so long ago;
from innocence and sin, it was born.

Deja Still

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