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I wear my heart on my sleeve, But please, don't misinterpret my emotional ravings to mean that You know me . I have a dozen different hearts, I can change them like cuffs That's why I don't guard them too closely. I'll cut myself open, Spill my guts in an instant, Because Answering your questions, Before you can ask them, Is how I control which ones get asked. I'll tell my sad story with a joke at the end nail the timing I guarantee you they will only remember My laugh I am open to the point of being closed I am open to the point of being closed I'm a theme park with gates left unlocked for so long that eventually nobody goes.
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
An Extrovert's Defense
I wear my heart on my sleeve, But please, don't misinterpret my emotional ravings to mean that You know me . I have a dozen different hearts, I can change them like cuffs That's why I don't guard them too closely. I'll cut myself open, Spill my guts in an instant, Because Answering your questions, Before you can ask them, Is how I control which ones get asked. I'll tell my sad story with a joke at the end nail the timing I guarantee you they will only remember My laugh I am open to the point of being closed I am open to the point of being closed I'm a theme park with gates left unlocked for so long that eventually nobody goes.
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24/F/New Jersey
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
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