The
Journey
She took my dream,
my passion.
Now, she is fame.
Clock strikes twelve
everyday.
Whilst I worry
on
this,
she
has mastered
my
craft.
Same
age
Oh
how the green
monster crawls up
my back.
Gnaws
Claws
Upon the soft
flesh of my body.
Clock strikes twelve
everyday.
Eyes with blazing
fire around the iris.
I pick up the pencil
and write
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