Truth, and Fictions

I've never had to pretend here. But now I can't be free here either.

In my little enclave of thought and text.

So you haven't freed me. After all.

You've chained me into a new cage.

I don't want to hurt or offend or create awkwardness with things that seem too personal to be voiced. And I feel an obligation.

But then thinking like that is a misstep. A mistruth. A misconception. You should know that by now. A not-so-simple misconception. Like most things, it's only a secret if you choose to give it that power. Spill it and suddenly, it HAS no power over you.

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