30 minutes, a blink of an eye.
30 minutes to alter our lives.
30 minutes to make up my mind.
30 minutes to finally decide.

30 minutes to whisper your name.
30 minutes to shoulder the blame.
30 minutes of bliss, thirty lies.
30 minutes to finally decide.

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i do not wish to become like a clown. to treat laughing as its job. to laugh when im happy. to laugh even when im sad. its a tragic situation. life is certainly and definitely not smooth-sailing. oneself would definitely meet any difficulties and stuffs. but no matter what, when a clown get on stage, he/she has to make the audience laugh. and him/herself had to laugh in order to make the audience laugh. if he/she shed a tear, their job will be lost. being a clown is the worst job in the whole world. so ar huh.