everyone said she had talent, she knew her songs were great. but something about the stage, the lights, the heavy makeup and heavy breathing fans leaning over the monitor... she was never intended for fame. and maybe her songs were better left to herself.
she was torn between acknowledgement and anonymity. the self-absorbtion of needing to be commended for her accomplishments. the calm of careless abandonment.
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