Nobody is looking my way. Mom and the manager abandoned me. Even my fans are fixated on my past glory. Please, somebody, look at me. I have been keeping this inside me for years. Tell me you need me, if you do, I'd work my fingers to the bone. Say that I am useful, and I'll work myself to death for you. Somebody just praising my efforts would keep me going forever. Someone. Anyone. Say it's okay for me to be here.
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