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THE PRICE OF FAME!

 The price of fame; 

 What's in a name?

Feverishly gearing up your act;

Not knowing what rules to enact.

You keep looking into the mirror;

As you rehearse your lines with all vigour;

Knowing that deep down in your soul,

You have missed the mark with just a meal in a bowl.

You know, you have sold your soul to deception;

And there is just a thin line between reality and imagination!

You let the very essence of who you ought to be, go;

just for a moment of faded glory, and now you say no!

Yet there is One Who still knows and grieves;

For by His stripes we are healed!

His Love and Scars are a reminder of His Sacrifice;

So don't let it be in vain even in your lingering demise!


Poem written by Ewoma.

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