Trading the microphone for a pair of scrubs..
I look upon the stage, the one I once fell in love with.
The stage that shinned my true potential out
I walk onto this stage and I feel sadness.
I will miss this stage
I will adore the stage for as long as I live.
My first performanace
I've sang, I've cried, I've acted on this stage,
others will walk this stage, others will feel as I felt.
I am not giving up the stage, I am merely taking a break until one day, it calls me back.
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