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I've always been a keeper of secrets, a falling apart pirate chest filled with old memories and faces and kisses disguised as golden coins. I've seen this done, and I think I want to try it.
Please, just post anonymously (that's the only condition).
Tell me anything. A secret. Something you might have wanted to say to me. Something you might have wanted to say to someone else. A sin. A Triumph. A crush. A lust. Something. Anything. Everything. Tell me something. Give me something to ponder, exclaim over, become inspired by or even maybe cry to when I come home after the sun is beyond my sky. Share with me, and I promise, I'll share with you.
Please, just post anonymously (that's the only condition).
Tell me anything. A secret. Something you might have wanted to say to me. Something you might have wanted to say to someone else. A sin. A Triumph. A crush. A lust. Something. Anything. Everything. Tell me something. Give me something to ponder, exclaim over, become inspired by or even maybe cry to when I come home after the sun is beyond my sky. Share with me, and I promise, I'll share with you.
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I loathe it.
I feel as though I can never be naked in front of anyone again. I'm afraid of what they'll think of me. So anytime I'm around them, I keep my clothes on, so they won't laugh or think badly of me. I just feel so fat and grotesque compared to them. They tell me they love me and accept me as I am, but I cannot accept me. I keep my clothes on so I can keep control.
So I can't play with them, no matter how much I want to. I always make excuses of some kind to keep from having to be intimate with anyone. I figure I'm sparing them.