I was a songwriter... not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet; but upon an unfortunate series of events, in which I was eliminated by the tyranny of GotSkill and feelslikeadream, and bullied by the now-highly successful superstar who once went by the name Sam Jay, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky, that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken... but I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is...
There was really a... a void of vanity. And, so, and as the blood rushed out of my body.... um... how do I explain it...
I think... I think when it’s all over, it just comes back in wooden branches, you know? It’s like a kaleidoscope of branches, but it just all comes back. But the crown never does. I think part of me knew the second I signed up that this would happen. It’s not really anything I did, or anything I wrote. It was the feeling that came along with it. And.. crazy thing is, I don’t know if I’m ever gonna eat again. But I don’t know if I should. I knew this world moved too fast and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards something that looks... so much like an angel when it smiles at you? Maybe they knew that, when they saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing platinum hit, it was losing me.
I don’t know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
Thank you. I love you. Goodbye.
Such a *****