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On stage they cheer and chant my name, In the wings I hear their calls, But it's all in my head, it's all in my mind; And the streets are bland, deathly, unkind; But I hear the chants of adoring fans As I fret about life and transparent wedding bands. I feel no joy but in that spot, centre stage. And I have no relief, except right here, on this page.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
The Lonely Artist (Attention seeking recluse)
On stage they cheer and chant my name, In the wings I hear their calls, But it's all in my head, it's all in my mind; And the streets are bland, deathly, unkind; But I hear the chants of adoring fans As I fret about life and transparent wedding bands. I feel no joy but in that spot, centre stage. And I have no relief, except right here, on this page.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
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