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Famous Last Words
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Dark Poetry There he stands.
Smile on his face.
Beautiful.
Talented.
Perfect.
With all that has been bestowed upon him,
He is lonely.
He is tired.
He is sick.
Sick of everything.
Fame lost its excitement.
Money means nothing now.
Music lost its soul, its meaning.
People stand,
Wanting to touch him.
Wanting a piece of him, his world.
No one really knows him.
They don't see.
He is human.
He feels.
He cries.
He loves.
He loses.
He lost.
