There's just something I want you to promise me. Please?
Please don't believe that you know everything about me. That you know who I am.
If you do... I'll be scared to change. Scared to let you down.
And, could you please promise me this, too? I know, it might be too much to ask you for two promises but...
Could you promise me that if you do believe, somehow, that you know who I am, the kind of person I am, that you won't hate me when I change?
Be careful, though. It's an easier promise to make than to keep.
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