Our secrets will begin to surface. They’ll be tugged out from our larynx with a length of barbed wire. Then we will be convinced that we should’ve revealed them times ago. Our fetishes and indiscretions will be arraigned on the mountain of our arrogance. They will be heard in the valley of the simple whose flaws were worn before us and we summoned their isolation from our pseudo-perfect world. The simple will then gain courage to mock at our hypocrisy, and then we will know that there is more dignity in a cruel truth than there is in a secret.
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