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 May 2014
cora
They don't like the real me.
If they saw my inner scares they'd like me even less.
So I'll pretend for them... Out comes the needle and the thread.
I pretend I'm something I'm not.
But pretending wears me down... wears me out.... Makes me sick...
And its harder to pretend... harder to put on a mask.
But pushing forward isn't so bad....
Knowing I'm closer to the end of my facade.
When I am mine and not theirs... never theirs again.
But until then... I'll pretend for them.

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