Most of the time I am like an open book
My emotions are reflected in how I look
I share too much, wear my heart on my sleeve
I call a spade a spade, and tell people what I believe
The consequences are not always pleasant
I spill too many secrets in the heat of the moment..
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When I get hurt, to myself I vow
That spilling my guts out I would not allow
My very loquacious tongue to do
My resolve is good for a day or two
Until I find a friendly, attentive ear
And I completely disregard my fear
I share things about me that portray me
In a rather poor light, unfortunately
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I know I increase my vulnerability
By sharing my life and my thoughts excessively
In a world where our lives are on constant display
I have to be more discerning in what I say
But when I try to develop an aura of mystery around me
I come across as aloof, reserved or even unfriendly..
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If I could come across as honest and considerate
Without divulging my secrets, that would be for me an achievement great
Passion...unbridled 