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There's a circus in me that your eyes cannot see. Sometimes I wear a smile as make up to cover those tear stains. Sometimes the mind plays tricks on me and I surrender to it as a slave. Sometimes the heart breaks into pieces and I make it look like another work of illusion. Sometimes the soul deviates to seek an evil and I let it play with those rings of fire. Sometimes the body wears out and says no more but here no matter what, the show goes on. Sometimes I play the part of the joker and sometimes I simply am the audience. This happens everyday at the circus in me that your eyes cannot see.
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
Circus
There's a circus in me that your eyes cannot see. Sometimes I wear a smile as make up to cover those tear stains. Sometimes the mind plays tricks on me and I surrender to it as a slave. Sometimes the heart breaks into pieces and I make it look like another work of illusion. Sometimes the soul deviates to seek an evil and I let it play with those rings of fire. Sometimes the body wears out and says no more but here no matter what, the show goes on. Sometimes I play the part of the joker and sometimes I simply am the audience. This happens everyday at the circus in me that your eyes cannot see.
soumya-inavilli
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
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