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May 2013
I wonder how it's like to be famous,
But I wonder how hard it could be.
To figure out how far I could go.

I'd probably lose myself in all the features,
And end up being somebody I hate.

Though ever since I saw her smiling,
in between the photo shoots.
Yes, I'm glad that she is happy.
I'm glad she never fell in love with me.

My dear, it's best if I just lay here.
To just love all of what I have.
And dream of the world on how it should be.

For every day is a battle to convince myself,
That I'm glad she never fell in love with me.
Stefan Ky Yves
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Stefan Ky Yves  Luxembourg
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