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I am a magician as well as the box it's contents are my organs and I try to pull them out show them off on a happy display echos of ooo's aaa's im doing well but everyone knows magic is created where the heart lives and where little kids wander off to the woods fairy tales i wish i was still a part of the routine is fake like the smile; it is used for assurance for others well being certainly not my own magic is a placebo for how I really feel occassionaly I get asked how'd you do it? but telling will put me back to the beginning white coats running everywhere machines beeping disinfectant being sprayed contraptions shoving air back into my lungs men with heavy accents deciphering and diagnosing and i will wish magic was in my hands so one quick flick and i'd be gone
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
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I am a magician as well as the box it's contents are my organs and I try to pull them out show them off on a happy display echos of ooo's aaa's im doing well but everyone knows magic is created where the heart lives and where little kids wander off to the woods fairy tales i wish i was still a part of the routine is fake like the smile; it is used for assurance for others well being certainly not my own magic is a placebo for how I really feel occassionaly I get asked how'd you do it? but telling will put me back to the beginning white coats running everywhere machines beeping disinfectant being sprayed contraptions shoving air back into my lungs men with heavy accents deciphering and diagnosing and i will wish magic was in my hands so one quick flick and i'd be gone
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
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