Should I tell you everything, absolutely everything? Should I talk about my past, my whole life and all the events and experiences? Should I show you my wounds? My inner wounded fox that sits deep in a hole and never comes out? Won't you turn away from me after you know everything? Won't you be disgusted with me after that? Will you lose interest in me after that? Or is it better to leave it at that? Let that refined, outward image of me, beautiful and exquisite, and expertly brought to life, remain in your mind.