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You say you know me.
But you really don't.
Because if you did you would walk away like everyone else.
I hide my true self in a shell for a reason.
So I no longer feel the pain of anyone else leaving.
The pain of becoming attached and having them walk out of your life.
All because of who I really am.
This mask.
It's just a cover.
The outside of a story that has yet to be told.
So don't say you really know me.
Because I don't even know myself....
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