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am i too big for my own skin? or do i just make myself out as something i am not? sometimes i see things from the outside and i can see me hiding in myself because i want to pretend i am something great. it feels like lies, but never have i wanted more than lies to be truth. i want to believe that what you see is what i am. but can that be? i want to be what you see. but can that be?

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