You want to know something? Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you. I'd like to think I still have my secrets, and it's good to know that the things, some of the things I am ashamed of I can keep stored, hidden, deep inside where no-one not even you can get to them. Because I'm scared, that once you know everything there is to know about me you'll come to your senses. I'm afraid that once I give you my all you'll realise I'm not for you. That I'm really no-one special after all.
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