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growing up in theater i often heard that all the world’s a stage logically, i always knew what those words meant, it’s a simple statement after all yet it took me 19 years and a post-breakup one night stand to actually experience my stage i was an actress, holding in myself and expressing who my audience wanted me to be my audience need not know my true intentions, only what needed to be portrayed joy, pleasure, tears, and pain were the four acts and i glided gracefully and on the quiet ride home i studied my cigarette, my tired mind convincing itself it was no more than a stage smoke you could buy at the theatrical shop in valley junction and it hit me all the world’s a stage and my play is a tragedy
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
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growing up in theater i often heard that all the world’s a stage logically, i always knew what those words meant, it’s a simple statement after all yet it took me 19 years and a post-breakup one night stand to actually experience my stage i was an actress, holding in myself and expressing who my audience wanted me to be my audience need not know my true intentions, only what needed to be portrayed joy, pleasure, tears, and pain were the four acts and i glided gracefully and on the quiet ride home i studied my cigarette, my tired mind convincing itself it was no more than a stage smoke you could buy at the theatrical shop in valley junction and it hit me all the world’s a stage and my play is a tragedy
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
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