I finally understand why my dreams are the way they are. Why that girl acts the way she does in my head. It's a secret voice I see, it's my secret heart turning black and slashing that picture in my mind, trying to make me see what I already feel. It is my ugly soul seeping through to the manicured surface, as always it does. It is my mind reminding me that I am not a nice person, not even in that respect, though I desperately want to be.
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