Famous

I don't
Want to be
Famous.

I'll be
Hounded
By the
Paparazzi.

They'll
Make
Money
Out of my
Every little
Story…
Without
Even
Verifying
If there's
An iota
Of truth
In what
They
Write
About me.

poem by Aparna ChatterjeeReport problemRelated quotes
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