Fame.
Once it's found, it takes little time to sour.
Although the person you once were still looks up to you.
It's not known to others.
If you have it you don't want it, if you don't you do.
Money.
A product of fame that creates envy.
Makes the lie attractive.
You never have enough.
Finding fortune through the misfortune of others.















Devious Comments
NOT THE POEM!
But the fact you were robbed.
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"OK, so ten out of ten for style, but minus several million for good thinking, yeah? "
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"OK, so ten out of ten for style, but minus several million for good thinking, yeah? "
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If you like my art, watch maybe? <3
poor thing.
nice poem though!!
dang stupid robbers. need to learn to keep there hands to themselves...
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