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People ask me,
Why are you always so sad?
I tell them I don't know.
I don't know.
What I do know is that
I wake up every morning,
Feeling like absolute shit
And now that's become my norm.
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid of putting my guard down,
down in the fear.
That I will be judged
For something I can't control.
Where's the fairness of it all?
Do you think I like to watch myself fall?
Into this hole of hate,
Shame and odium.
So I hide them.
I put up this wall
That is so high
You will never see my pain
Or any of my flaws.

I create this character
She is perfect,
She is invincible.
And so I carry on
Living these two lives,
One for the public
And one just for me late at night.
Cause that's easier than admit
That I have a problem.
And that's the problem.

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