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When did I become a circus lion Performing just to receive your praise? It is just an illusion, a practiced act, And now the dead you think you can raise. I've done everything you tell me to. I've been all you tell me to be. I've put on this show for you. Won't you please just set me free? The cage can't contain my hostile spirit. This costume is harsh on my scars. I can't spend one more day forcing joviance. I need to be free of these bars.
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
Captivity
When did I become a circus lion Performing just to receive your praise? It is just an illusion, a practiced act, And now the dead you think you can raise. I've done everything you tell me to. I've been all you tell me to be. I've put on this show for you. Won't you please just set me free? The cage can't contain my hostile spirit. This costume is harsh on my scars. I can't spend one more day forcing joviance. I need to be free of these bars.
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
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