Four parts of me that make me sane
They feed me energy, love and care
With each of them my life I share.
They know a part, but not the whole.
My layers are deep, tormented my soul
Yet I tell them all, I speak the truth
Not really Rough, more angel smooth.
Should they know more, should I just be?
Sharing more, would that make me free?
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