She told me a secret. I'm glad she was comfortable to tell me. But now I'm stuck with it. I cant bare it. I relive it every day. I cant talk to anyone about it, not even her. I don't know what to do.
Why did she have to tell me, what was she expecting me to do? What did it do for her telling me? Dose she feel better now that she's not the only one burdened with this horrible secret?
All I can do, is imagine it over and over again in my head. Its torturing me.
Is it selfish of me to wish I had never been told this secret? Or is it selfish of her to have told me?
I don't know.
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I remember this feeling. It happened on AFL Grand Final Day in 2002. I cried for what seemed like days. And then it ended. Just disappeared. I never told anyone what was actually said that day, but I eluded to it. That somehow made me feel better. Made me realise I was not alone.
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