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I used to think I had No secrets. I used to think I was And open book. That everyone knew everything. Lately I've become just the Opposite. Everything about me is a Secret. No one knows it. My parents can search my Name all they want. They'll never read into my words Enough to see. My friends can inquire About my feelings All they want. They'll never get it Out of me. Not enough to see. A detail here. A detail there. That's all they'll ever uncover. They'll never dig up Those deep, dark Mysteries of me That I cannot bear to write down. Much less speak aloud. Those enigmas that come Bearing no adjectives, No words holding the correct terms to define these feelings. These secrets keep me up At night. These secrets keep me on The run For something more.
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
***** Little Secrets
I used to think I had No secrets. I used to think I was And open book. That everyone knew everything. Lately I've become just the Opposite. Everything about me is a Secret. No one knows it. My parents can search my Name all they want. They'll never read into my words Enough to see. My friends can inquire About my feelings All they want. They'll never get it Out of me. Not enough to see. A detail here. A detail there. That's all they'll ever uncover. They'll never dig up Those deep, dark Mysteries of me That I cannot bear to write down. Much less speak aloud. Those enigmas that come Bearing no adjectives, No words holding the correct terms to define these feelings. These secrets keep me up At night. These secrets keep me on The run For something more.
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
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