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Not sure if poem, but here it is: If I told you all there was to tell of me, would you love me still? If I told you all there was to tell of me, the darkness in my heart, the holes in my mind, the black that swallows my insides, would you still look at me the same? If I told you all there was to tell of me, the -blam!-ed up desires I have, the sick little things I crave, the dirty little secrets I harbor, the red I am painted with, would you ever hear my voice as you did before? If I told you all there was to tell of me, the monster that lurks within, the flicker of shadows, the thing that creeps beneath my surface, would you love me still, even then?
