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Aug 2017
My actions can no longer be defined

I dance across catwalks in my mind

I dare not let myself slip

Gazing down

I see a faded clown waving back at me

Mouthing words that sound so absurd coming from a painted expression

''Descend so I can ascertain your motives!''

When I come down...

I see it's merely my reflections sense of humour and I screamed

''Suspend my silence for the sake of nonsense I suppose you have that right!''

Startled by my outburst

I watch myself begin to crack and falter

I panic knowing this is no place for a showdown

I fall at my feet and hysterically shatter for stability

Gathering up my pieces I mumble my motives

''How dare you disturb the cleanliness I have brought to this madness''

Putting them in my pocket I make my way back to normalcy
Moonsocket
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Moonsocket  26/M/Illinois
(26/M/Illinois)   
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   ---, --- and Keith Wilson
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