I throw myself a chance...
And I took it back...
a hard time taking it back...
it needs recoiling...
but it didn't it hung between my chest and its bouncing point..
the jester...
sewn by invicible threads...
to my weary shirt..
its laugh was once warm...
but then, it turns cynical...
but what do I do...
I just hope it do cling...
because that would be the start of everything..
and end of nothing...
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