Behind Closed Doors - Demi Lovato
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Last published Fri, Oct 14, 2016
Everyone thinks, now that I'm out of recovery, I'm just perfect. The truth is, I am not who you really think I am. My life is a living hell, and has always been. I still have some problems...but I decide not to tell. I'm not as perfect as you think I may be. Yeah, I smile...but is it real? You don't know me....and you don't know what life is like...behind closed doors.
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