What is more delicate?
Blood through the veins or Ink on paper?
You already know my choice.
Blatantly I conveyed all the secrets I thought I had. I gave voices to feelings that were buried deep. And that moment when I thought_’this is it’, everything was brought down to nothingness. But, then every person I met knew something about me that I did not.
So, now when I read to you the Secrets of my Diary, I want you to understand how does the thoughts emerge.
Because in the end, ‘The Heart Understands’.
Part I– Surreptitious Desires
_Saiz
That Weird Beard Guy 
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