December 9, 2010
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Inside is my past, future and present
My deepest of darkest secrets
My lies and my truth
Things that may never be known
To others
My whirlpool of dreams
And how things seem
In my eyes
My favorites of most
My most hated of gloats
And a track of who I’ve become.
If I threw it away would I be the same?
Or would my world just unfold?

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