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My secrets, my secrets,
for all the world to see. Oh secrets, oh secrets, tell you nothing of me. Seeking my inner soul? Then look in front of you; my masks, long discarded. You have a front row view. My words are too honest; my eyes, they tell it all. I’m not a mystery; perhaps my greatest flaw. Too tired for pretending, things I don’t truly feel. So take me or leave me, for this is the real deal. Are my lack of secrets too much for you to share? Truth makes you uneasy; you shake under my stare. That’s my little secret, knowing the way to win. I’ve taken all the fun by exposing my sin. Shhhhhhh . . . .
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