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When I hit send, it's there in bold. I'm more exposed, out in the cold. Another piece has been revealed. A little less remains concealed. When I hit send, it's there in bold. It's more then just a story told. I draw a map with every line. Down every road, there is a sign. When I hit send, it's there in bold. Within the black, the truth is rolled. I boldly pull the curtain back. I boldly show you all I lack. When I hit send, it's there in bold; things that are not bought or sold. When I hit send, I lose control. When I hit send, I show my soul.
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