I don't know why, but I adore keeping secrets. Secrets about me. I love the feeling of knowing something no one else knows and being able to think "if only you knew". Is that bad? Should I really have so many things kept to myself just for the thrill?
But the revelation is never as good as imagination. Never.
I'm just a 17 year old wanting to learn what life's all about, and capturing it as I move along. Whether it be with photos or with words.
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