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Feb 2019
I have a thing or two
on my mind
one is you,
the other to find

a safe place
a refuge
a place to
let truth

be itself
but not known
left unsaid
and alone

Maybe I'll share it
when I'm desperate
I'll sadly pair it
with you
I have a hard time letting people in. It did not always used to be like that, and I swore to my mother I would always be a free, fun-loving soul. But that has changed, inevitably I am told.
Nicholas Booth
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Nicholas Booth  22/M/NYC
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