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Im still clapping My illusionist My performer My phantom But not for you Not because, I miss you I ache for you I still love you But because You are still performing your show Your song and dance that others see As your sweet innocence, I see as your elegant performance, If you show people your slight of hand They never see whats happening Behind the curtain Pain Abuse Fear But my sweet nothing But i wont miss you Ache for you Love you For how can i love someone Who doesnt even exist?
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
To my magician:
Im still clapping My illusionist My performer My phantom But not for you Not because, I miss you I ache for you I still love you But because You are still performing your show Your song and dance that others see As your sweet innocence, I see as your elegant performance, If you show people your slight of hand They never see whats happening Behind the curtain Pain Abuse Fear But my sweet nothing But i wont miss you Ache for you Love you For how can i love someone Who doesnt even exist?
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
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