And that was it,
The show was over.
I got the applause that I waited for, maybe not appropriately.
Curtains closed, everybody can go home now.
Except me.
Because that was the plan all along.
This is not a show to attend, it's the kind of show where you walk in once it's all over.
Then you become a hit.
Because that's all your life ever amounted to.
Being another death on the list, another name to cross out.
Another story to put everywhere, and that's all the credibility you will ever hold.
Was that you died.
Not what you accomplished while living.
It's all about how you die.
It will always be.
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Roses In The Sun
ПоэзияA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
