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I got so caught up in grand facade, that I forgot what it was like be be me for a minute. I lost myself in this vast world of insecurities, and it hurts so badly to know that somehow those tears were warmer then this cold self-hatred. I was there was some sort of sun screen equivalent that come shield me from this glare of emptiness that stretches out in front of me.
One can only pretend for so long be that the make-believe fun runs out, and the dress-up closet runs dry. There's always the turning point were you can continue down this cobble stone road toward destruction, or turn off onto the unpaved trail where creating your own path becomes a bloodbath of salty tears they sting your wounds.
If I could pretend my way through life, I'd give the cold shoulder to grief and pull the wool over pains eyes. It only takes one real smile-true and pure as a thousand diamonds lining the walls of a forgotten cave- to make me realize that I'm only lying. I'm only saying what you want to hear. I'm only putting up a front to hide m dying insides from this critical world. I'm only doing what I know how to do best, and even that can't be classified as any worldly talent. I'm only doing, and thats precisely the problem.
