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Something we see?

When we look out do we really see the life's of those around us, or only see the numbness of modern day society.

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I often wonder about the tales of those life's we don't know.
The people who pass us by on the street, what could they be hiding behind there smile, there well put together outfits and there somewhat flawless make up ?

Everybody hides something, no one is perfect, there is no such thing as perfect or normal, simple words we wish we didn't know sometimes.

Behind my smile I hide the life I've lead.
As a child I witnessed my father committing suicide, soon after my home burnt down, us penniless people were homeless and holding out for hope that never came.
I had the clothes on my back and nothing else, yet with the strength of my mother with who I credit each day, we made it, we bet the statistics and achieved something out of our lives.

That night holds the key to my slight depression and anxiety, something I'm learning to deal with every day, that something I hide behind my well put together outfits and my smile, not letting people know what's going on for my trust in people is totally shattered too.

I strive to be better then my past, to have the ideals of the life I never had growing up and to better the life's of those around me.

My only question is what do you hide?

This blog started by sheer mistake yet it's grown into something I can't stop, I'd like to know who reads it and what your thoughts are on life.
Email me if you wish at,
damianmcguirk@gmail.com

It's you the readers that have kept this blog going and have kept my mind as ease.

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