Prompt: Cover-Up
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It's not easy, keeping secrets.
The lies, the alibis, the getting up, going on. Tendrils of deceit consume them, strangling their ties with everyone they know, a fact that grows a little more unbearable in each "how was your day?" /"it was fine".
Unspoken confessions churn inside them like vomit forced down, and it's an overwhelming need to talk that has them cry out in their sleep, the desperate mantra of restless souls yearning to be heard.
Secrets become responsibilities, morphing at last, inevitably, to a lead-weighted burden.
They slip through death's grasp once more. Force tight-lipped smiles. Keep going.