Guilt

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My heart aches with the information I hold,
Piercing needles into my heart,
Spilling the blood of men who try to uncover it.

I try to speak the truth,
The words turn to spew stuck in my throat.

The thought of being discovered scares me,
For no one knows the secret I hold

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