The closest person in my life,
Knows things that no other does.
She's with me almost all the time,
Yet hardly anyone who knows me knows her.
She's with me when I sleep,
When I eat,
When I'm moving,
When I'm still.
I hardly talk 'bout her,
Cause not everyone will understand.
But I feel comfortable with her.
She used to be violent,
But I calmed her down.
She used to get jealous,
But she is no longer.
Now she's the closest to me.
Maybe even knowing secrets I haven't told anyone.
Who knows?
And yet it doesn't matter if she does...
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The complications that are me
just some random thoughts and stuff i hate to keep in my head too long
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