Disclaimer: I own nothing.  Truth and Lies  People know I have
secrets; I wouldn't be human if I didn't. The number of secrets
I have, and the intensity with which I keep them buried, is
perhaps not quite as clear, but still. It is known that I have
secrets.  Here are some of the secrets I've never even dared
whisper aloud to an empty room; I fear death. I fear growing old
alone. I fear hurting the people I love the most. I fear a lot
of things. People think of me as brave, or – perhaps more
accurately – reckless, due to the amount of times I put myself
in danger, take unnecessary risks, do stupid things that result
in me having guns and knives waved in my face on an increasingly
regular basis. But people don't know about my fears. I'm scared
to let my daughter grow up, because I know soon my little girl
will be gone forever. I'm scared to tell the woman I love how I
feel. I'm scared to let people see me for who I really am.
People don't know that I sometimes jump when I see shadows on
the wall; that when I