Is this what makes me doubt myself? am I really being myself or is this another mask I have on? I don't even know myself, I don't know anyone. I fear it, I fear loosing you! I fear it because I am liking you more and more every day, and it seems that everytime I like you more...you like me less. Please don't! don't hurt me! I don't think I can spare myself the pain.

I'm weak behind the mask, strong outside without it. I love me and hate her! that part of me that is weak and filled with fear! I trust you, I trust me. She is weak...I protect her, but I hate her. She brings me down with her tears...maybe, just maybe...we are both myself?

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