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from a young age everyone learns how to hide just in different ways sometimes only one, sometimes many.
who says a facade doesn't change between people who's to say your not putting on a mask that changes and plays a different part for each person.
who’s to say there is a real me anymore I have no Idea myself I put up my own facade around myself but there will always be the real me seeping through like a dark shadow looming behind you and you can slowly see it come into the light out of the corner of your eye.
I try and sometimes achieve being oblivious of the mask, yet when you look into the mirror the mask will always crack somewhere and the dark pit of the real you will always shine through those cracks tormenting you with the vulnerability of your true self.
The mask will always end up breaking at some point.