Chapter Forty Four -Magic Act

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Meaning the world to someone is an illusion.
Like you're the great Houdini and I'm appearing in a box,
To be showed off to your crowd of adoring fans.
I never know how you feel because a magician never reveals his secrets,
You wave your wand and I'm your doll floating in the air.
Appearing and disappearing, barely being visible,
I want to scream but you don't care.
You only care about what they see, all they see are the tricks not the pain.
You make sure that all they see is what you want them to see.

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