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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