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The air is stuffy and I feel as I am on one side of a glass while everyone else is on the outside looking in. The polished wooden floors, pristine furniture and sanitated everything is more of a prison cell to me than a home sweet home. Beneath the exterior, I am decaying in a guise of perfection. My guise of false mascara eyes and thick red rouge
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