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I walk down the street and feel like a fraud. You think I'm one of you, with spirit, life and hope, but you don't understand. You don't see me. I'm watching the world with disillusioned eyes, and weary heart. My confidence is nothing, and my self-esteem is shattered. Beyond the circle of my life there is laughter, trust and innocence, but it's all so far away. I can watch children playing on green grass in the afternoon sun, but it all seems so unreal. It's like a scene from a silent movie. I feel like I'm grieving for something that has not died. Just hope. Just a dream. You and I.