I hid my soul in a suitcase.
I ran away to join the circus.
I was born a clown.
I had to settle to sell popcorn.
I was not funny nor tragic enough.
I ripped away at the wallpaper to reveal a fence.
The wires were all connected.
The room was lit up like the sun that night I ripped my heart out for a lost love.
I had to use duck tape to put it back together.
The circus left town without me.
I still make popcorn like a clown.
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