Sometimes it makes me mad, how honest my poetry is. It's bare to embarrassment.
I never tell lies, but I rarely dig deep when it's time to tell truth.
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Know myself way too well to beat around the thickets of my pretenses, it seems. I want to stop doing this, but I want to understand myself and there is no better way than to probe it like that in the dark. My drafts are full of shameful confessions and I don't want to be out there like that.
Glad that this wall of verbal graffiti is one that not many people pass by.