an observation of the fool

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I know I'm not the best guy
But I know I'm not the worst ,
In this play called life
I had no time to rehearse
I fumble over my lines
And try my best to smile
But in the end the mask I wear
Just ends up in the pile
Of the ones that are cracked and ruined beyond repair
From the burdens of life that are too much to bare
So we wear these masks to tell everyone were okay.
But when the mask finally breaks
From some form of heart ache
There's really not much to say
So we suffer , so we laugh so we die
In this play that were in..
Lights go down
Curtains close
We take our bow
Fin

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