Clown and Poisoned Well

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ay and watch the performance of charlatans or being burned by the rain.</p><p id="754b">Both possibilities are deadly, either they scramble my mind or I will die from drinking poisoned water from the well.</p><p id="f91f">I would be able to live with a scrambled mind, it would be dull life without excitement. I could pretend that I am alive. I would lie to myself and others that I am happy with what I have.</p><p id="4b41">I could take the second option, leave the circus, get soaked in the rain. The pain would go through to the bottom of my heart. I’d run to the well, drink the poisoned water and witness the slow death of my soul.</p><h1 id="122c">Be Open Says;</h1><div id="a3e3" class

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Circus is a dull affair of sad people pretending that it’s a funny performance

It’s time to leave this circus. It’s raining outside but I can’t stay and watch this performance. How many times I can see the same tricks of the magician? How many times I can laugh at the same jokes of the alcohol-addicted clown?

I have two options — stay and watch the performance of charlatans or being burned by the rain.

Both possibilities are deadly, either they scramble my mind or I will die from drinking poisoned water from the well.

I would be able to live with a scrambled mind, it would be dull life without excitement. I could pretend that I am alive. I would lie to myself and others that I am happy with what I have.

I could take the second option, leave the circus, get soaked in the rain. The pain would go through to the bottom of my heart. I’d run to the well, drink the poisoned water and witness the slow death of my soul.