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We all have secrets we hide from the world, some more deep and extreme than others. Who do we trust with our hidden baggage? When do we know that we can trust someone? How can we differentiate the backstabbers from the backstabbed? When we find the one we can trust with our soul, how much can you endure together? "And I know I'll eventually have to tell him the truth that I've been avoiding, but I just want to live in this world for just a bit longer. Being able to stop and feel the breeze around me, and sit in the shade for a bit. Blissfully unaware of the dangers that may lie in my future. If only we could stop the clockwork, stop time, and stay here forever. " ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Half-cat!JohnDave/PepsiCola ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> -I own nothing, Homestuck and its entirety belong to Andrew Hussie
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