Friday, September 4, 2009

Closet Chick No More

I'll be honest. I want fame. Claps. Spotlights.

I always wanted fame, in any form.
Most of the time, I act like all I ever wanted was a behind the scene spot but the truth is I am dying to live Pop-U world.

Who wouldn't want that?

It's not all fame that I want actually but the perks and privileges, it has behind it. The feeling of the world stops without you. My name... a household name.


Me... the next God.


The thing is..... will it ever happen?
love, now and always,
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