secrets make me nervous
i don't keep them on purpose
even if it hurts
i don't much care for liars

judgments make me anxious
i don't make them on purpose
even if it's clear
i can't stand pointed fingers

i will read this old book
until the words make sense
until the spine is broken
the pages torn and bent


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