They lived in a house, a box, where they kept their secrets safely hidden away, the shadows in their souls forever forgotten to the world, yet rotting flesh inside their hearts, their ever hiding, cursed hearts.
They thought the secrets would go away once everyone had forgotten, once time had passed and they had lived new lives and done new things; but the past will always haunt the one who hides from it.
It is a blade in the coward's hand ready to slice and to kill any living thing that attempts to pry at its door of secrets.
Then the coward is running, running farther than he had ran before, hiding behind hidden doors; another secret to bury.
God gives the knife to the brave because He knows they will use it for good, and He gives it to the cowards because He knows that, through it, they will learn what is good.
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