Between the sweet, fluffy lies and the bitter, hard truths, I don’t know where I stand anymore.
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As every day throws life into sharper relief, more flaws emerge where strengths used to be.
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What am I going to do when the lights finally go off?
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Don’t come too close, you’ll see how awful I am and everything you ever liked about me is a lie.
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I’m sorry. For being me.
