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הבלוג חבר בטבעות: הוסף מסר | 6/2009
Scared of Clowns

its getting late, and you need your special kick, laying on your bed, with my cancer stick, trying to feel as free as I can get, those thoughts in my head, its not a thick line till I faint all those words are scrambling in my head, so how would you know what I really meant
At first there were butterflies it was a pretty sight, and now all I can see is the darkness of endless night, stop screaming I can hear you clear, wishing it was someone else instead of you here
beauty discovered as a big lie, masks and smiles and you think you found your guy, the story has been told a million times before, and still we're running back for more.
I thought I was scared of clowns, but in the end, its me.
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