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The Secret urges of My Heart
When once revealed ruin Its start.
Small idiocyncracies, that either make or break.

For I am Me,
Is that greatness personified?
I highly doubt that.

My Heart isn't wired to be open,
At least not full tilt.
Only oppened when needed; closed when not.

For I am Me,
And My Heart is Mine.

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