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blah.. this is the other side of me, the side most doesnt see, the side i tend to hide, the other half of this awful lie. beneath this appearance, under all the shame, is a little soul, forgotten her name. losing her ground, all thats real, searching for anything that will make her feel. her pain consumes her, the light fades away, its not worth the fight but she continues to play. going all in, not holding back, its all or nothing, white or black..... balancing on the edge of goodbye, she holds her face, starts to cry... it amounts to nothing, the life she lives, no happiness, no laughter, no butterfly kiss... no fairy tale prince to make it all right, no greener pastures anywhere in sight... floating through the world she knows, left alone, story untold.