Each step, a mystery, left untraced,
By choice, my presence is scarcely placed.
In this game of shadows, I hold the key,
Privacy, the luxury that sets me free.
To the ones I love, I open the door,
Sharing my secrets, my lore, and more.
What’s spoken of me, mere shadows in the dark,
Assumptions unfounded, missing the mark.
For only in silence can one truly see,
The value of a moment, the freedom to be.
In this quiet space, I find my strength,
In the vast unknown, my heart’s at length.
Privacy, my guardian, my silent guide,
In its gentle hold, I confidently stride.
With care, I choose who knows my life’s script,
In this selective sharing, my solitude’s equipped.
A circle so small, yet profoundly deep,
In their understanding, my privacy I keep.
In the quiet shadow of my own design,
A world unseen, uniquely mine.
No soul knows where I choose to roam,
Or with whom I share my hidden home.
Unless I whisper it into the day,
To those I cherish, my truths I convey.
Each step, a mystery, left untraced,
By choice, my presence is scarcely placed.
In this game of shadows, I hold the key,
Privacy, the luxury that sets me free.
To the ones I love, I open the door,
Sharing my secrets, my lore, and more.
What’s spoken of me, mere shadows in the dark,
Assumptions unfounded, missing the mark.
For only in silence can one truly see,
The value of a moment, the freedom to be.
In this quiet space, I find my strength,
In the vast unknown, my heart’s at length.
Privacy, my guardian, my silent guide,
In its gentle hold, I confidently stride.
With care, I choose who knows my life’s script,
In this selective sharing, my solitude’s equipped.
A circle so small, yet profoundly deep,
In their understanding, my privacy I keep.
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