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Jul 2010
I let you into my safe, where I keep my heart
And gave you access to words, rare and true.
My moral compass shook, needle spinning
I guess we were near a pole.

I've shown you what I am and how bad I am at navigation
Who I am, inside. What I think.

I don't know what it means
Or I'm just not mentioning what we both know.

I just want you to know me.
Written by
Christine
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