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It's Better Not to Know, Or is It?
Secrets buried deep inside
Refuse to be revealed
I can't stand this
Pulsing vulnerability
Thunder calls me from my sleep
Knocks on the the iron doors
Of my heart
One last plea from Mother
I wish I could, really,
But this door remains sealed
What lies beyond
Scares even me
I long to finally find out
Who am I? What's my purpose?
But this door won't open
I'm so afraid to see it open...
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My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way. --Ernest Hemingway
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