Fame
You wanted money and fame.
To you I was an obstacle on the way.
You threw me away like an withered flower.
Knives went well on your hands.
You’d kill for your pleasures.
I wanted my innocence.
I wanted my trust.
I couldn’t have them back.
It was time to grow up!
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