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11/21/18
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She has a gleam in her eyes.
A glint so hungry
Something that wants
To devour
More.
She dreams of riches
And Internet fame
She dreams of telling
People her name
And they will gasp
In recognition
And say,
"You're
That rich and famous girl,
Right?"
She will be known
And she will be admired.
So she will strive
To reach the top
In a world where
It's dog-eat-dog
And when she wins
She will try even harder
To make connections
Lessen rejections
Win the competition
Of the social elite.
But she knows it won't be
Enough for her.
And so she gets lost
In her daydreams
Of schemes and plots
For days on end.
Yet in truth
She actually does nothing.
Instead she pretends
She's already something.
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Neon
Casuale(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
