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You hide in your dark
deception of pain. Hiding so you'll be mysterious. Hiding so you'll find love. You hide your weakness behind masks of egotistical bullshit. You don't really believe it. But you do believe no one will figure you out. Wrong pretty dark boy. Your belief that everyone adulates you, disgusts me.
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