Came with no subtle warning
Wish you'd give me time to think
All the locks that you chained
My body might get hurt again
Dead silent as you were
That clock hasn't moved in years
But the circus is still going
They left me hanging upside down
Oh I wished the theme wouldn't change
But you laugh at me for staying the same
Might get too caught up in your philosophy
Please set me free I might die in here
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Pick Me Up at the Carnival (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryThe journey at the carnival is not as fun anymore, the pain has shifted back and forth and nobody will tell the character how to escape them.
