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Secrets are the battery acid

Secrets are the battery acid of the mind. If you had secrets – if you had three things that you wanted to talk about but couldn’t – what would you do? Would your defences collapse under the pressure. If I said ‘lunch’, ‘chris morris’, ‘flight’ would that be enough to prop up the walls for a bit? Three secrets. Three words. Head in cling-film clouding up from within.