How many more tries till I realize,
I don't want this anymore.
Flash in my eyes, captured the bore,
Tired of this stage yet down for an encore.
If I decide one more try, my heart will implode.
So please do me a favor-and shut the door!
The smallest taste will only encourage more,
And then like before, loss of control.
Onlookers will then have me locked on parole,
When I give myself up entirely for a show,
That's when I'll no longer have the last word.
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