Doesn’t anybody realize, even I don’t buy my own disguise?
It’s a sad symphony, really, this need of mine to fill a void that isn’t
there. And while I understand that it may be my own fault that it’s hit
me right back in my face, it’s disheartening that there are so many
that judge on what’s solely on [...]
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