Your fifteen minutes of fame is OVER, you have graced us with your with your presence long enough, our obsession with your quirky behaviour, witty repartee, has passed, your true intention is as a trasparent as glass, You've had your say, now go away, your a memory, your past, tense how dense, is our society, that only a few bland faces, makes the cover of Variety, and we call them stars. Livin' like one day we'll be on tv, we'll have our turn, everybody gets 15 minutes of fame, belief that you'll be a star, livin vicariously through the faces on tv, because you don't like, the person you are, no purpose, no existence, Just mindless drones of media waitin. . . for fifteen minutes of fame. The when it's already come and gone.
Reason for writing:
ya feel me?
Birth sign: Libra
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