THE GREAT, THE MAGNIFICENT, the pretender

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    THE GREAT, THE MAGNIFICENT, the pretender

     Fools pretend
    And I am a great pretender
    Always pretending, pretending
    But hellbent on finding...
    My true self
    There is, in spite of what you see on the surface
    Deep beneath
    A selfish
    Yes, even reckless woman
    But never bad
    I must not think of myself as bad
    I play games
    But only, perhaps, to occupy my mind
    And keep life adventurous
    But with all my faults, in time
    I'll blend in nicely with the rest of the world
    And no matter what people may say
    I am not bad
    Not capable of any true feelings
    Too busy with playing games
    Playing too many roles in one day
    Too refletive on the past to become real in the present
    And better off being disillusioned now
    While I am still young enough to not care

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