And as my fingers tire from the constant typing, my thoughts drift to a safe place. The place that is inhabited inside of me, by you. I never hide for you, I forgot how to. It is scary to be vulnerable for someone new. But also, it is not, because this is you. There is no need to make this into something it is not, but I love you. And the longer I think about you, to more I realize that it is true.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
Great poem!p
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Thank you.
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It is good to have a secret space.
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It doesn’t always have to be secret. But yeah… It’s good to have somewhere safe
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