Secrets

If you told me, it
would no longer be a secret, and secrets have a power, kid. You open that box and they disappear forever.  A bad secret will rip you apart, but the good one are all you got.  In the end, when all the people you knew are dead and gone, all you'll have left are you secrets.  And when you die, the box is open and it all blows away--dust to dust--all the anger, jealousy, desire and love just blow away.