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Apr 2013
There are always some questions that you wish no one would ever ask you,
because you feel
guilt or shame
or just something else altogether that you can’t explain.

That realisation of hidden pain,
Nosy prying tongues with nothing to gain.
What, where, when, why, who?
I heard...Is it true?

You crave privacy,
For people to mind their own,
But it doesn't matter
Mouths will always chatter.
Simpleton
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Simpleton  U.K
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