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Some morinings I wake up already with a wide smile on my face. I feel as if everything is alright, and I will be fine. I drink my orange juice and cut a smile into my toast. I play with the hem of my lace dress. I offer all of my companions hug, but whenever I go back home I realize that this is all a lie. It is not who I really am, and that I am truly lacking substance. Everything I have been in these rare moments is nothing but a facade, and soon it will wither away and give place to who I truly am. Everyone will see behind my mask and understand that I am not the girl they think. I am no one, with nothing to offer.