I believe once I chose to be an open book, yet somehow I managed to remain a riddle no one can get.
Somehow, for some reason, I was made to be an enigma cloaked by words.
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I believe once I chose to be an open book, yet somehow I managed to remain a riddle no one can get.
Somehow, for some reason, I was made to be an enigma cloaked by words.
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