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May 2016
I know that you want to know
Why I am the way I am
I brush it to the side playfully
And answer "because I can"
The most nonchalant answer I could give
You better believe that's what you'll hear
Because I'm not ready to confess the truth
I'm not ready for you to disappear.
The truth can wreck you sometimes. Sometimes it's easier not to know.
Written by
PaperclipPoems  Nor Cal / Arizona
(Nor Cal / Arizona)   
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