I find comfort in knowing
That nobody really knows me
That nobody will ever know me
That I won't let anybody know me
Maybe that's because I'm not complete
I've picked up so many pieces
From so many places
I don't know where to place them
I'm afraid that someone will see me
The broken pieces arranged
In a way that I make sense
It scares me to the point where it isn't fear
Unorganized
Disordered
Confused
Loose
Free.
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