Publicity eats at me like a worm to the core of my apple-sweet stickiness and I hate when people can see straight through to my innermost secrets. There's a difference between being opaque and being invisible. I'm only comfortable when I can see without being seen. So when you whisper in my ear that you know everything, I feel a crawling fear and I don't know how to hide. Only when you make me feel safe do I forget the way I am.
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