We want people to know,
Know about our inner selves
But when we start to tell others
We clam up, we can't do it.
Why?
Is it because we don't want others
To go through the same things?
Or because we don't want
To be judged for our imperfections?
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
We want people to know,
Know about our inner selves
But when we start to tell others
We clam up, we can't do it.
Why?
Is it because we don't want others
To go through the same things?
Or because we don't want
To be judged for our imperfections?
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