I'll never be what was expected
I'm a jester
And when you've tired of my fooling
I fade to black
I know you wanted someone else
And when you've run out of kindness
I prostrate myself
I count the breaths still to come
I beg for oblivion
Surely I have caused enough pain
To earn eternal darkness
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