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# Dear Diary
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I'm not a perfect person, but I'm better than I've been
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Maybe I'm still trying not to be another sin
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But I won't hide the issues, put my feelings on display
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Because the only way I'll grow is if I feel them out someday
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It's hard for me to say the things that make me feel ashamed
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I'll write another poem, hide my feelings on the page
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And maybe after that someday I won't need therapy
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So here's to me and here's to you
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I'm hoping someday I won't hide away the truth
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I used to be someone I'm not and hope I disappear
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I gave up hoping anyone would ever want me here
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It's so much easier to just sink back inside my clothes
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Maybe if I wear them dark enough, my silhouette won't show
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I'm told that I'm annoying, that I never shut my mouth
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So I made my own muzzle and affixed it to my snout
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But every now and then I'd break it off and speak my mind
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I'd better make a new one, so nobody hears me cry
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Got used to shaping myself so I'd finally fit in
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And every time I'd do it, I could fake a stupid grin
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I got so good I'd profile every person I had met
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Speak the words and take the actions that would make them be my friend
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Soon enough I'd get so good I'd forget who I am
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And everyone who knew me knew a different kind of mask
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Eventually it catches up, the pieces fall apart
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You stand there and you wonder who you are and where to start
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The fear sets in and then you start to ponder if it's true
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Should you be afraid that no one really likes the real you
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It's hard for me to say the things that make me feel ashamed
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I'll write another poem, hide my feelings on the page
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And maybe after that someday, you'll read between the lines
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So here's to me, the real me
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Trying to trust that you'll love who I want to be
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