That fake front.

That fake front.

I’ve got to go to work and pretend I’m fine. Pretend I’m happy. Pretend I’m not tempted to get home tonight and overdose. Pretend these scars all over my arms and legs are from my dog. Pretend to be something I’m completely not.

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