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Mar 2020
I've gone through hell and bled
sold my soul for fame
And I know it sounds sad
Could this be a dream?
I didn't know it was like this, why didn't anyone tell me?
I'm deep into the abyss and they won't let me free
just a puppet to them, don't you see?
I do this and that behind the scenes
but please
don't ask me what I know;
as you don't want to know what I've seen.
Created by me on October 23rd, 2019
Another poem about Hollywood..
Anthony Michael James Butler
Written by
Anthony Michael James Butler  21/M/Ontario
(21/M/Ontario)   
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