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May 2012
So much to think about,
My mind is spinning round and round.
Who am I, who will I be
If I release the real me.
Hidden away I am safe from the world,
But there will be a time when all of me is revealed.
I am scared to let myself be free,
No one would ever love the real me.
Delaney
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Delaney
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