I could tell you something. I could tell you something right now that would change everything. How you look at the world, how you look at yourself, how you look at me. I could tell you my secret. But then it wouldn't be a secret anymore. Wouldn't belong to me. I wouldn't be able to use it as my shining light in the ever growing darkness. I could tell you something and you'd understand and you'd love me for it. And you'd hate me for it. And you'd be afraid. I know.
I was.
About Me
- King
- North Haledon, New Jersey, United States
- There isn't much about me worth knowing...unless of course you disagree?
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