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Try Not To Trip On the Catwalk

Envious of his strut down the catwalk if only I could be like him with shining stars around my face and an audience glaring I'll be on that catwalk one day with torn shoes and empty dreams and no shoulder to cry on but my own. I'll be as confident as you pretend to be, one day. But mine won't be as FAKE.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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