The Vault

I hide files of myself into steel vaults

keeping the code to myself

not letting anyone else see

who I am 

and what I hide

But only what I pretend to be

In all these years

I still have not come 

across a face 

I could trust

to hold the key

I find myself wondering

if I will ever unlock this big ol vault

revealing the contents of what I have

inside myself

This vault is getting full 

the secrets of myself are old 

There's only so much space

I can fill 

Until the space collaspes

The secrets bursting out







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