When you’ve stepped out of the immediate fire,
But you’re still singed and it’s still burning,
You want to hide from others.
Some things, you don’t want them learning.
Some things you want to keep,
Away from prying eyes.
The problem is, some of us,
Are not masters of disguise.
Some souls can not do pretense,
We weren’t born, or raised, that way.
I want to always be that person.
I want my core to stay.
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