Mannequins On a Fake Makeshift Trampoline
i never know where to start with you,
so i just choose to walk away and end it
it makes no sense to cause anymore stress,
so instead of confronting i bookend it
my life is a hole in the wall circus with bogus clown paint,
and as a result your life is forced to be the same
we find ourselves trying to balance the "fairness" of it all,
however in the end we are just mannequins on a fake makeshift trampoline
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