The past

I don’t think anyone understands me enough. I try my best to keep my past (growing up) a secret. But sometimes, I’m “deceived” by people I love to actually think they care enough to listen and understand why I take certain actions like not being too close to my parents.
Talking about my childhood makes me vulnerable, makes me feel naked.

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