Behind the Spotlight
Behind the mask of glimmer, Fragile and shame pale icon . Scarlet tint shaping your lips. Living punching bags full of slaps of reality, Fainting echoes trying to whisper the loudest scream . Spotlights in stage, flashes of camera rupturing fame and popularity. Drying tears converting into clean sheets. Embracing confidence digging holes of fright. Literally, not a blood of royalty, Only a blood of hard work and effort. Coins in a rusting can dissolve tons of gold. Talk to your reflection in the mirror and say, "I can!"
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