• joyfuljoel 11w

    Sometimes, the smile, is the most painful thing one can carry. The plastic idea of laughter; look at me dance, and I am merry. Look at me, don't look at my soul. For I cannot have you know that I am sad, nay. Come meet the magician, for my first trick, a smile. I assure you that it is real. Now pick a card. There is no magic left in my soul, only illusions.