Many things we don’t say, many things we hide.

These things will just weigh us down, till we suffocate.

And this is how, we all forget what we used to be, the cynical world out there we live in.

Things you will never find out, and I’ll just let them stay within, because it’ll just be a burden for anyone.

The prelude of the jester, prepares so hard trying to impress. Off he goes, juggling words of wisdom and joys of his experience. His piece was exciting, but fails to make a stand, he fails, the juggling all falls down, he gets mocked.

The jester, oh the jester, such a sad ending.

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