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A Circus Act.

Like walking on a tightrope Thinner than grass There's no nets below Better save my ass Keep your head up high and don't look down I look All i see are frowns There frowning at me Why are they frowning at me? What did i do? I've  been through so much, I think i'm almost there But the tightrope it stretches I'll keep walking, but its not fair The people below want me to end my life They say "I'm not worth it" "Why go through this strife?" Death is not the answer Not for me anyways So I'll keep walking this tightrope No matter how far I'll make it, you'll see Just watch me.
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Written by
senpaimoon
American
Published
Jul 14, 2015
Lines·Words
25·115
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#depression#life#circus#death#people#me#frown#act#watch#tightrope
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