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Apr 2018
Another face in the crowd,
Another fan without pride.
As the tears roll down my cheeks,
Never did I think I was so weak,
To be such a fool....
To drool,
Over a pretty face.
To be ensnared,
As I stare.
At the man on stage,
Hoping his name is not something
I write on another page.
As reality hits,
More tears fall over the tips.
As the truth is known,
the thoughts of an opportunity has flown.
Out of the door,
As ithits me to the core,
With every new chord.
Celeste Nicole Cook
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Celeste Nicole Cook  U.A.E
(U.A.E)   
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   Frankie Fuller
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