Personal Narrative: My Secret Place

Once upon a time I saw the world as I think everyone should see. I saw a place with infinite tests, and you can try it again and again to do what you really want to do. But it was Jeff that changed everything for me. If you split the tape in half, no matter how much you try the tape, it will not become the same pencil anymore. Second chance is always second chance. No matter what you do next time, it will be there for the first time, you can not eliminate it.

From my secret place: In my secret place with the Heavenly Father, he unlocked the box and made something unusual to me. These are the things he wants to release freely. If possible, most people who are not talking about various things attempt micro-management in their own way. Lost = death, jealousy, loss of self, loss, destruction, giving up (strong consistency). To become = It is no longer pure, you may catch sexual thoughts and people who are doing strange things to grasp your thoughts and mind.

My secret is to keep you confidential and know that you know it. I have violated your trust because my secret will never be kept secret. When all what I have is secret, the breathing air becomes heavier and heavier, the taste of food becomes somewhat dim, and the flash of my eyes starts to disappear. I saw it, I lived, and the secret is my whole experience. I shared my secret with others. I broke your trust and beat your promise. My secret is outrageous. In retrospect, it starts with you. I did not mean to let you find your way, but it did not help. When the secret is as big as mine, it has its own way to escape from prison. There is a hint that there is a whisper here, and each secret is freely approaching more and more and is dying. That secret is the most seductive creature in existence. If the secret disappears, it will be something else. The secret is the truth

If I would like to talk about secrets, who should I talk to. I am looking for that person. One person can talk about secrets. My secret is not that important, but I still need to find someone to talk about. If I have to speak deeply about it, I can not find her or him. I am still looking for that person everywhere. I still want to do this because I still want someday that someone can share it. It robbed me of all my life, but I search for it. People who can share secrets are really necessary. Who really cares about me and I think that I can help me. Who can trust me and listen to my questions with pleasure. When I feel sad, who will entertain me?