I might be too old
to be a child star now
gone past late bloomer
I'll start right out with my last bow
Should it appear
would I reach my hand out
it's not even
worth my time to think about
what's worth it
are reasons all delusion
I can't fall back anymore
claiming blind confusion
the child stars all grew up
at the same rate as me
and strangely enough
most seem wrapped up in the same calamity
what
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