I watched a movie where a mother tells her son she is concerned about his secret thoughts (or something like that).
Well last night, I was a little ashamed of my secret thoughts. When I will not tell what they were, I will use this entry as a confession of some sorts.
Sometimes, there is what I know is right to do. Then there is what I want to do, which is separated by 180 degrees than what it right. And therein lays the problem.
I'm a writer. If I keep typing, I'll spill. So I must stop now. LOL
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