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Fame.

Let's rape the women,
and sell the children.

Sex symbols made in the womb,
You're alive now time to soccumb to fame.
Fame for fucksworth.
No talent is needed,
Aslong as you leave your audience naively cheated.

Media whore,
Horror show.

Don't let them see you have emotions,
In fact you shouldn't have any at all!
Slit on smile, make this play worth their while.
Kiss the babies, fuck their fathers, be a friend to their mothers.
Anything to make them love you,
They will love you.



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