I'm used for a special moment... handled delicately by some and ripped to sheds by others. My purpose is served when I'm hiding things beyond my beautiful personality.... other than that I'm useless....
I'm blank on the inside.... decorative as far as you can see.
Why do you continue to hide secrets inside me and leave me alone until you're ready to hide something. And when you use me up, you find another.
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