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In My Head


No one really sees who I am.

Some things just stand in the way.

I am tough on the outside.

People don't know I still have the same needs they do.

Without barricades I am soft.

I am malleable to opinion.

I am thought oriented.

Behind the shades.

I overthink every single thing I do.

There are too many illusions for people to see who I really am.

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