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People are cheering and clapping for you,
It seems you've made it to the moon,

People obsessed and addicted to you,
And at your sight they swoon

No matter how much more I do for these people,
My kindness will never show

No matter how better I'll ever become,
My success will never glow

People would greet you everyday,
With all the worship and affection

And jealousy eats me as I sense deception,
My eyes burn from all the corruption

People don't greet me; I doubt my own existence,
I slouch back into my cocoon,

To me they'd never swoon, even though
I spent a whole week up on the moon.




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