You keep to yourself
You don't let anything out
You let few people in
Your trust is a gift; close to no one receives
I had it once
I heard your deepest thoughts
Your darkest secrets
Those not even your best friend knew
I cherished every word
From the anxiety, to your God complex
I remember it all
But now, I don't even hear your greeting
Where did you go?
Please, say something.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
You keep to yourself
You don't let anything out
You let few people in
Your trust is a gift; close to no one receives
I had it once
I heard your deepest thoughts
Your darkest secrets
Those not even your best friend knew
I cherished every word
From the anxiety, to your God complex
I remember it all
But now, I don't even hear your greeting
Where did you go?
Please, say something.
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