There are so many parts
that I have hidden and denied and lost
There are so many ways
that I have cut off my nose to spite my face
There are so many colours
that I still try to hide while I paint
And there are so many tunes
that I secretly sing as I wait

You come along and invite these parts out of hiding
This invitation is one that I’ve stopped fighting

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Thank you for seeing me
I feel so less lonely
Thank you for getting me
I'm healed by your empathy
Oh, this intimacy...

There were so many times:
thought I'd die not being truly known
There've been so many moments:
forever lonely in my vocation

You come along and celebrate each feeling
And there you are: all honour and inquiring

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There was a day where the trust
that was being asked of me
Required too much, you see
to accept your generousity
And to know myself enough
to let you help me

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