Truth. I am not really me,
At least not the me that you see.
Somewhere way down deep,
Hidden away from the naysayers,
Locked away under many layers,
It’s where I do keep,
That small child that I long to be,
Safely, under lock and key.
Truth. I am not really me,
At least not the me that you see.
Somewhere way down deep,
Hidden away from the naysayers,
Locked away under many layers,
It’s where I do keep,
That small child that I long to be,
Safely, under lock and key.
Set him free! 🙂
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I don’t think the world is ready for him.
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