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I have replaced my instinct for secrecy with an instinct for confession.
Melissa Febos
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Melissa Febos
Age: 44
Born: 1980
Born: September 28
Journalist
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Secrecy
Confession
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I think that's the job of the writer, right? Not to introduce new ideas or feelings, but to name the ones we know most intimately but are afraid of speaking, or don't have the words. That's what I find most powerful anyway.
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