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Even to this day. i didn't know that drawing the blinds would blur the lines. but increase the ones on my forehead. stagnate and stained. will they throw rotten tomatoes or flowers on my grave? i had an affair with the producer, everyone had lines accept for me, i was listed in the brochure to be the fool. i played it well. you know i played it well. and when they laugh i see horses teeth, another wave came crashing in pulling me to my knees. I was never a star, but it doesn't mean I wasn't created to matter.
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