What exactly does it say about me...
I know well how to hide. Give me a door and I'll lock it. Not to keep you out but rather to keep me in. Okay... and maybe to keep you out. If I can't even look myself in the mirror how am I to look you in the eyes? If you open your mouth I will run. (Voices have eyes too.) Don't look at me. Don't talk to me. Because I can't return either. Not right now... maybe not ever. I can't apologize for this and you can't be expected to understand, so where does that leave us? Where does that leave me?
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