Various moments you push back, you try to forget, but every once and a while something brings that obscured memory jaggedly back into place. It’s the ones you never expect: those you detest and you hack up into infinitesimal pieces and slip them far into the back, tucking them away into spaces you know you’ll soon be unable to recall. But can you ever really forget them? Do they ever really vanish? Sometimes you do forget, because it’s something you’ve never shared with another soul, and nobody’s there to look to you to make sure you’re all right- or give the wink of the eye to show you they remember the instant you whispered it to them. And nobody’s there to try and hurt you with your own secret shared. But it never really goes away, and it never will, and though you want to tell the world you can’t- I can’t. Because I am a coward.
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