It was like a circus: all of the people in facepaint and feathered boas wrapped around their throats like constrictors. The flashing lights in a rainbow of colors made me dizzy as if on a carousel, and I could feel my heart throbbing behind the cords in my throat. Oh, how it wanted to leap from my lips and dance with the women in suits and men in gowns. My dizzying legs dropped me before a man in a top hat with white doves as gloves who pulled me to my feet and pushed off the tightrope. There was no net.
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ah-ha-ha. Little sound boy has been cured of his disease, and it will only be a matter of time before he's on his roof again, screaming for the clouds to speak to him again. He will scream of how sorry he is and how badly his ears ring at the need to hear the clouds sing to them once more. The girl in the polka dot dress will ask sound boy, "Just once more? That will never suit you." So he'll record the singing and listen to the playback every night before falling asleep on the shingles. Then the girl in the polka dot dress will steal the recorder and listen to the playback.
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But all she will hear is the wind and sound boy's breathing.
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Oh, how badly I want to leave this place for somewhere with sun and wind and people who love each other even if our parents were horrible to each other because we aren't our parents, and all we want is to love and be loved because we've all grown up with hate on our backs and words of defense in our mouths, but that's not us just because it is everyone else because because because we aren't everyone else.
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That's all I've got in my heart and head. I just hope it's enough.
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