When anyone says “deepest, darkest, dash”
Your mind immediately dashes to me
Locked up I might be today
But I might yet one day be free
Born in ink and tears
Almost washed away by one before the other one dried.
Somehow I survived,
But was kept hidden, away from prying eyes.
Some would say I’m unreadable,
An enigmatic creature.
But I believe that is by design,
My enigma, my one defining feature.
So I wait in my captivity,
Hoping someone will one day come and free me.
But my release will change my very nature.
And a secret, I will no longer be.
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