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What am I suppose to be?  When you look at me what do you see?  Everything I know couldn’t fit in a glove and yet I somehow forgot how to love.  Life seems less now that it is gone.  All I ever wanted was to belong.  Sometimes people see for miles, but don’t want to see past that pretty smile.  Behind that mask is turmoil and grief.  Pain of ocean waters beaten against the reef.  What happened, what strife caused this alteration?  Is there any form of justification?  Only the night brings peace of mind.  Because soon I will be next in line.