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So many secrets left untold


So many secrets left untold that I can't bear to tell.

All alone, with only paper to hold my hand.

Living inside a skin that isn't mine,

This soul of mine trying to break outside,

But it's no use.

I have to hide.

 

My heart bleeds ink.

This paper is the only one who knows.

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