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Mar 2013
Those secrets I keep
In their dusty attic home
Afraid of the light
Afraid to be known

I keep them alone
Adrift in my mind
Because I'm afraid
Of what you may find

The perfection I show
The mind that you see
The happiness I share
Is not really me.
David
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David  Canada
(Canada)   
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