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I know the mask. Sometimes I wear it so long, I forget what is underneath. Until it comes bubbling up to the surface or exploding in my face. I can't let anyone know I am crazy. How much I hurt. I have to be perfect and I am FAR from it. I can't let anyone know or guess that there is something wrong with me. Only my group and my T know. And it has taken years to get to the point where my T and group see the real me.
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Lauru-------------That's me, Bipolar and Watching TV 
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
---Robert Frost
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