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The seems of my disguise burst at the seams Of simmering restraint. For, sun-like, beams The shadowed self through artificial means, Resplendent force that must demand be seen. To know myself by peering outside-in
Didn't you know?I'm nothing specialCompared to everyone elseI'm not important.   But truly that is what is not important.
I appear to be perfect I have a good family  I have good friends  I go to a university    People do not understand who I used to be  I was not confident  I was a follower 
Beauty crowds me till I die,
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