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Undermine He speaks of things I keep hidden. Emotions or feelings, driven to my depths. What does he want me to be? Iím not ensconced in mystery or a shroud. The only cloud covering, is in the sky. Why must he dig for something he might never find? Sometimes, the unexamined mind is sometimes better left unmined.