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Priscilla

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I hate using the word fake, but that's what it is. Something unreal. Something rather unauthentic. Maybe that isn't how I see it, but the world does. Is a person still a performer when what they are playing feels more real than their true life? Do my friends understand? This face I put on, the clothes I wear, the person I am when I'm all dressed up is something so far from "fake" that I worry.

Posted by tris0020 on May 9, 2008 11:13 AM |

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