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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

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𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖠 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾, 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌' 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 - 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖡𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗈 - 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌.

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Once every 5 years a small, lonely circus tent appears in the middle of nowhere. It sits unnoticed; the bright stripes and the soft music that whispers in the depths of it add little to the emptiness of the tiny, dark hallways. Sometimes, the tent would make an appearance right by some ongoing fair - it would be nestled amongst the cramped food stalls and countless open-air arcades, blending in as if it was always there. 

People would find a couple of clowns right by the entrance. One would smile and offer entertainment, while the other would just stare, holding the curtains open for anyone who dares enter. 

Some would go inside. The dim lights would swallow them along with the roaring crowds of those hungry to see magic, and the curtains would close. To some, they would never part again.

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Did I steal the name from the song? Yeah. Yeah, I did. I'm sorry.

This song was the one and only reason I made this series! "Thank you IAMX" we say in unison. o(≧▽≦)o

✧.* recommended song: Bernadette by IAMX

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