picking locks

spill your secrets, thoughts and everything else to someone worth telling, someone who wants to listen. yet this only makes you feel more vulnerable, more empty. feels like a part of your soul is lost, have you shared too much about yourself. but nobody will know you as much as you think you know yourself. he sleeps beside you, he is most beautiful when asleep, he is more than half of your world. but you are careful, maybe a bit too cautious, of what this is. of what this is becoming. how is it that you know so much about someone

and know nothing at all

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