Take me back to where I was,
I'm far from ready for the world.
Lead me back into my shell
Where I will lay, forever curled.
Grant me segregation
From these soulless, prying eyes.
All those I've bent my knee to
Stand above me, unsatisfied.
Restore me to my prior state
Before I grew far too intrigued.
Lay me upon the softest bed
Wrapped in the coils of secrecy.
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