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You talk a lot .But you don't give away anything about yourself. People can talk to you for years until one day they sit down to contemplate their relationship with you, the one they thought had involved a lot of communication and discover that they have nothing of substance about you in their hands.That is because as a kid you had taught yourself the art of weaving words into a fabric to hide behind.You had realized very early on in your life that people take what you give, they believe what they see,they speak what they hear,they don't delve deeper, they are not interested in finding out in who you are or what you really want.They don't know why stars fascinate you or why you still suckle you thumb.They can't tell what you'd want on your 17th birthday or why are you found sitting in your closet sometimes.They are okay with the shallow that you offer them as long as it keeps them from making an effort. So you wove words and you wove them better than anyone else.And you his behind then and you hid well.Until one day you woke up to find words becoming your second nature, eloquence you identity and exaggeration your humor.Until one day the hide and seek behind words turned into a case of lost and never found. -NY

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