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Oct 2016
Putting on that false hope,
Smiling wide for the crowd as the curtains open,
Starting the new day to life’s story.

Pulling all those face muscles,
Just so I can pull threw till the end of this show.

Lies are like memories,
I can’t stop creating them.
All these lies are spilling out of my mouth,
I wish I could just stop creating them.

I am standing up as I fall back down,
But no one can see those invisible chains around my feet,
Weighing me down.

I keep on putting on that false strength though,
I keep pretending I am enjoying playing my role in this show,
So the world can keep turning and everyone doesn’t have to be weighed down by my own self-troubles;
After all the show must go on.
Life is sometimes like a show and sometimes it difficult to do. You are sometimes gives you a part that you dislike or goes against who your really are, but you can't complain you must keep on going. As stated "The Show Must Go On".
AD Snail
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   Leaetta May and Doug Potter
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