Never did I imagine that I would celebrate my success like this. I bowl of chocolate ice-cream. I gulp of coke and some chips.
Loner, lonely or alone and fashionably solitude. I am always on the looking glass’ other side. That’s all. Ignored. Hurt. Alone and lost.
For once can I be famous. Happy and rich?
I hope, I don’t expect. I hope.
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