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You see a smile
maybe even a giggle. You see me dance and hold friends tight. What you don't see is the monster inside. He forces me to smile but causes me to ache. This monster won't leave. He controls my every move. He moves my every muscle. It's him who speaks to you. I'm powerless to stop him when he decides you're boring. I can't make him leave when he's screaming at friends. When I cry its because of him, Because of what he makes me do or won't let me do for myself. It's all about him. He likes it. You see me cutting trying to cut him out of me. You see me shaking, fight him with everything I have. When I'm smiling we all think he's gone. But that's just another act and he's the main character.
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