things on my own,
never much at ease with
the damsel-in-distress
kind of role.
It's the reason why it
makes me wonder,
how you managed
to draw me out
of this shell I hid in
and made me bare
my soul to you.
Will it make any sense
when I say that
it's only you who has
ever made me feel both
vulnerable and sheltered,
skeptical and dreamy-eyed,
terrified and reckless,
all at the same time?
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound
I bought a ticket to the world
but now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line
Oh, I want the truth to be said.
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