There are things I keep inside,
Locked by chain and key,
Buried in my heart,
Where no one can see.
There are shelves full of books,
Books nobody has read,
I've hid them down there,
Outside are replicas instead.
There's doors that I have shut,
The ashes of bridges burned,
There's writings on papers and notes,
All the lessons I have learned.
Nobody knows this place,
Not even I dare to go,
If I open up those doors,
The rooms inside will show.
Because in every wall, every page,
Are the things that I have left,
But it's time I let you in,
Some secrets aren't meant to be kept.

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