When The Clown Cries

Right in the middle of nowhere, an idea touched me: I was born to make people happy. And why not? Through the years I feel this natural knack for putting people at ease, making them comfortable even during the first conversation, treating them as if long lost friends.

But reality knocks me down — even clowns need to shed off their smiles once in a while. To nurse their own wounds, and feel the inevitable pain that goes with it.

And I am one proud and silly clown.

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