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I've worked hard to build my disguise; over years it grew stronger. No cracks show; I won't allow it. Few times, have people tried to peel my disguise from my face. They think its for the best, yet turn tail once they know the brutal truth. I have a tendency to help people, whenever they come calling and even if I am struggling with my own problems. Sometimes, their problems just become to much to handle, and I feel my mask straining under all of the weight. Thats how I lose people; by running away and hiding, dropping their problems, hurting their feelings. All for the sake of hiding myself. I've had people ask 'Whats so bad abour your life? Everyone loves you..' I just shake my head and walk away. In truth, I just want to yell," So? Whats so great about that? Everyone thinks my life is perfect and no one wants a crybaby for a friend." People say they're there for me, but I have my doubts. I've created a world, where only I can get into. Its hides behind all the falsehood, and peeks out whenever it feels the need. I go there to hide away from reality, hoping everything was just a bad dream...