Look at you, look at me. Are we the same person, or just a figment of my imagination?
Every time someone crosses a boundary beyond my personal space, white lies, are my escape. A version of me in my head that seems cooler, smarter, more put together, more normal than what I truly am. Honesty, can't I have that, even with myself? Why do I have such low self esteem that I discount every thing that makes me me?
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