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The Clown Always Smiles By: Charles Phillips He picks it up Then he feels the material in his hands All he can think about is How god damned pretty he’s about to look He bought this just for himself Fuck what other people think. He first takes off his shirt first Not a feeling of shame in his body Then he tosses his shirt into the clothes hamper After all he wants to feeling pretty. After his shirt comes his pants He takes everything out them too Then throws then in his hamper as well Still no shame Just a feeling of relief. After that his takes off his underwear Something he was happy he remember to actually wear today He remembers the last time he went shopping He forgot to wear any so he didn’t try anything on Then didn’t end up buying anything. He picks it back up off the bed Rubs the material between his fingers again Just thinks to himself About how soft this is going to feel against his skin Then he looks at the colours And starts to rethink his purchase Then he shakes

What Dreams May Lie, And What Dreams Dismay By: Charles Phillips Here I am again Bored out of my mind And life Debating if I should go to sleep Or jump in my car And drive away. I have no idea where I would drive to either Just drive until I run out gas And find myself in a new place Unsure about life Unsure about anything Force myself into a fresh start. I want to treat life like it’s a new adventure “You are just having a panic attack!” My brain yells at me Well maybe it isn’t my brain And it one of the voice at the control panel I’d like to think I have better judgement then them But honestly I know I don’t. I often find myself hoping that 2020 is the last year on earth At least then I know I only wasted 33 years of life I’m tired of feeling trapped Trapped in a prison of my own doing. I think that is what keeps getting me back here I know I made my prison Even though I say I didn’t Let’s face it my friends I’m the best Liar I know I’ve fooled everyone with one lie Or