found this on Open Salon the other day :

Nobody knows my lonliness
Nobody knows my onliness
They only know what they can see
For inside there is another me
It's not mine, but it fits like a glove (of the right size).
True, there are two, maybe three people who know a lot about different sides of me.  But no one has all the pieces of the puzzle.
Not even me.


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