No escape from myself.
So I conceal myself in a shroud:
Too quick, too thick,
Too aware, too willing to share.
Things to stay hidden
I choose my way
Through paths forbidden
Past the normal way.
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| Alone in a crowd, No escape from myself. So I conceal myself in a shroud: Too quick, too thick, Too aware, too willing to share. Things to stay hidden I choose my way Through paths forbidden Past the normal way. |
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| -Anna 9/14/99 | ||||||||
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