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the playing card

the playing card by americus i am the jack of all traits which means i can be everything i hate my thoughts buzz still like flies on the wall yet he still catches me when i fall can i ever be truly well rounded? when will i start to shave down? watch me be a performer, my mask solidifies into a frown i feel so special in my dressing gown perfect appearance to let my thoughts drown who am i to be mad just because dad gave up when he was sad? nobody here chooses who gets to be glad i can keep a steady pace in mind yet when i go to sleep my teeth still grind i’ll give myself a gold star in the middle of my face watch darting eyes be amazed with grace the jester once a servant makes you laugh my body boils in the bath i’m the jack of all traits i am not what i hate my brain uses what drives me crazy as bait the minds eye sees every side and it’s debates

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