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Hello, My Friend,    You know me well; Thought we don't talk    I am your Hell. Your shame of me    Grows to a swell; Then out I come    And start to tell Your secrets that    You keep inside. And when I speak    You run and hide. Behind your eyes    So open wide, You fearfully    Await Low-Tide. So you can bottle    Me up again, And go on concealing    All of your Sin. ©2000/K. M. Swanson