enimgas attract like tombs filled with the dead of empty's past.
enimga don't like the pain of her past so she'll want to hide in yours.
enigma protect the encase of memories filled to capacity, protect it for fear of collapse
the enigmas find each other and take solace in their silence relying on the illusion of intimacy
please, let me ask the questions, and let me hide behind they
please, let me probe your story, i feel protective of mine own
i fear after i give you my story you'll leave me begging for blankets, bottles, and cradles
i have no one to mother me, if you'll leave me, so i shall remain an enigma.
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