A Clown Without Its Costume


Vulerable, Alone, Unstable.

Without the makeup, you can't make a smile

You can only cry because you don't have your costume.


As you look for a way out


Because you don't see the light

Not even your brightly colored costume and makeup can help you now

There is only one way out

A ray of light like gold on coal

Now there are two ways

Which path will you choose?

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