I Have Spent My Life Looking For My Face in the Faces of Strangers
A deep secret reveals a deep hurt.
I have a secret that I have never told anyone in my life before. Not my family, not my friends, not my partner, or anyone else close to me. It’s a secret I’ve kept preciously close to my chest, guarding it like some shameful relic. A trinket I can neither rid myself of nor expose for fear of showing the world a dark pocket into my mind.
What is that secret? What is that great shame? That my life, my mind, is possessed by a frantic heartbeat. A rhythm of childish desperation and a need to find root in the world.
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