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They call me yt.
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Thursday, 13 September 2007
Faded into the black
Facades. What's real and what's not. I would never know. Mental fences and gates to prevent prying eyes. Guarding our inner child from danger. We all have facades. Yet, it's this facades. Like it or not. They define us. They make us. They are us. Taking down your fences and letting someone in. Is harder than taking off your clothes in public. The reason is because of the pain. When someone runs off with something we hold close to us. We will never know the joy of removing the facades. Only the freedom of being who we really are. In front of your loved ones.
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