as the sun rise above the tent, my blood begins to boil.
i am a clown. when i cry, people laugh, and when i smile, they cry.
i was born alone, a solitary figure lingering on the streets
the sadness makes me stronger, and i fight back the tears to put on makeup.
for you, the person sadder than i.
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