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Mon, 10/17/2016 - 22:03 -- Dtodd18

You want to go home

to the shadows.

Watch as your fame

hangs

in the gallows.

 

You never liked being on stage

but what can you say

when you’re put in a cage

playing their game?

 

And this is why

you always cry.

And this is why

you always die.

And this is why

you sigh,

it’s why

you want to go home.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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