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The clock is racing to the beat of my

pulse

I stand up here in my trapeze outfit

as my head swoons

I dont feel good but they dont see that

for I am here to entertain them

I fly in the air like a beautiful bird

being careful not to fall

I take a deep breath

The crowd is roaring but the silence

in my head wont go away

It screeches loud

its deafening

My hands in the air

I am like a ballerina

the way I do what I do

I make my first move

I go flying

where is my partner

I dont know

catch me

Catch me

dont let me fall

I fly in the air but I dont know

where the hands are

that are suppose to help me

I release that breath and except

the fact

this is the end of me

all eyes will watch as I

fall

fall

fall

but they love me

I am the best

for if I end myself

they will think its

part of the act

they will stand and

applaud me

cheering

clapping

whistling

yell to the air

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but they dont know

they will never know

that my head was

swooning

my hands were quickly

shaking

my heart

my heart

was hurting with every single

move

My last move was

beautiful

but I dont feel good

but I dont feel good

And yet they cheer

on the ground

the body lies down

unmoved

and yet they cheer

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