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I you become famous overnight, a sensation - a hit! everyone knows who you are, girls will hang your picture in their bedrooms, lockers. II you have your mental breakdown, serve your time, your next film will be released, new record deals signed, and the world will move on III this is the best time of your life. IV but then you will head downhill once again, up, down, up, down, it is almost sickening, not enough to keep the tabloids away. V it is tomorrow, and you turn the tv on. the world has forgotten you, you have returned to 'normal'. at the supermarket, no one will know your name.
"i am running out of words" it would be easy to tell you who told me this, but it might also be a lie. i wish more people would realize how small we are, and how lonely everybody is. could i be lonely with you? it is our secret, one of those no one speaks of. until you realize once again how much we don't seem to matter one second, but the next, we mean everything. our universe isn't getting any smaller.
the days were long ago before you had her at hello, she wished that if only the sun could learn her name, she would find out how to love herself. but she took out her claws, fed them to the earth instead, learned to love you. after all, that is what you told her. she hasn't even dreamed of the sun, maybe even forgotten what it looks like, your lie is bigger than you now.
heads up: there's no planet b. "the world is a lonely place," words from your uncle at your grandmother's funeral. i was the only one who never cried, you tell me i'm too old for it now. lost time is already lost, you say there's no use trying to make up for my mistakes. someone told me i was a mistake. but that was another life. all i know is that i never cried at our grandmother's funeral.