Why?
Although it might be a surprise
That I have a secret
Usually nothing is scared
But I have managed to keep
My greatest love mine
Not because I'm embarrassed
But cause I need
Something great just for me
To be able to express my self
With words and not be judged
To be seen as beautiful
Scars and all...
Don't be surprised
When you find out
That I, great talker, have a secret
And its never to be shared
but explained by the battle scars I have
And thats
Why I write.
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