Notes from crumbs:
Hello, readers! I'd like to tell you about our Instagram account, which is still new and need some followers. I'll use the account to update...
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As the crowd flock around the star,
The spotlight shines and burn her down,
"Hah! Don't think you're on my par-"
She exclaims, making others' heart pound.
So the bell rings; end of her session,
The crowd left oh so quickly,
She stands on her stage of passion,
Hoping for a listener desperately.
Oh, she's such a perfection; a flawless creation,
How could one describe her as just a pedestrian?
She finds herself magnificent; an object of obsession,
The arrogance of her might be as big as an elephant!
She's a narcissist; self-love and self-loath are the basis,
Really eating her up alive; inside out,
There the lady stands on the stage of tight parentheses,
Speaking of herself for attention; with a forced pout.
-crumbs.
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