Fame
I could be famous.
Through laughter, then evil laughter.
Maybe sleep.
I could be famous if I used all my power.
Or I could be desperate.
In thinking things.
Somehow, secretly.
Everyone became more famous than me.
No one talks about it.
Becoming more and more…
Reclusive.
Writing things down.
I use my powers, but they can sense it.
When I use my powers, I tear down energy…
Learning to become famous.
Play guitar, drums, or the banjo.
It’s all about the instrument.
Inside and everywhere.
I really could be famous someday.
I don’t know how.
Or maybe I’ll just stand here.
Then I fainted.
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