Pretention

My whole life was always just a game. hiding the real me behind someone who they might like better. i've made it so absolutly no one can say that they know the real me, because i havent let her out. shes buried somewhere, hiden from view, wondering who she is, when shes allowed to come out of hiding. the only thing i geuss shes waiting for is someone to listen without judgement, without hate clouding their vision, but what crazy world am i dreaming in? Can love possiably pull me out from behind the curtain? right here, right now, its hard to believe i could ever resurface.

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