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We crave for fame, the spotlight's glare,
Thinking it will take away our despair,
We sacrifice our privacy, our true selves,
For a fleeting moment of fame, a delusion that sells,
Fame, an absurdity, a hollow shell.
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About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
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