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❁; it's that place, where the truth is a hollow hug, a disguise. imagine being, an old hostage a forgotten canvas on the wall.
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He may look happy without you, and he may think you're happy without him, but there's a difference between think and know. You may look like you're at peace and all is okay, but deep down you know you're dying inside, and so long as you act like nothing is wrong and nothing happens to break you from character, no one will know. The border between a lie and the truth is yourself. You are the door that separates an extravagant exterior fantasy from a hidden dark reality. And the smallest opening will break it down. But without it you'll never know what happens behind closed doors.

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