Go a head, pick one up, Each ones a little bit different and each opens a special place in my heart. Some of them have been used before, picked up, and discarded. Some I have had to take away, and one hurts every time you turn it. But there all mine, and any one can have one. A key to my heart, the inside of me, to let you in to my head I give you these, and you abuse them, and use them to find out my flaws. Raid my treasure chest and use your claws to tear up my interior, so I have to use some of them to lock you out. But these keys, these are mine…and any one can have one.
Have you been here?
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Yes I have
I loved this poem, it speaks the truth, and mostly what I have felt many times
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