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He considered the others dim wits At best he thought of them as lazy Was he not a celebrity of many hits On stage they screamed his name The frenzy was ecstatically craved He was hooked on to their worship He walked the slippery path of drugs A frequent guest of the rehab center He was eventually staring at insanity He slit his wrist with a sharp razor His life webbed away with regrets The papers wrote the king is dead #luis 2017

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Date: 3/2/2017 9:40:00 AM
A sad write. So sees celebrity, even as a person jumps from a cliff. Then they crown him king.
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Date: 3/2/2017 9:46:00 AM
Yes Kim, a sad reality of our times.. thank you for the comments :-)