the sound
of applause, the embrace
of an
audience that
adores you,
it's hard to go back
to where
you came from.
anonymous, and happy.
not needing
or wanting the pat
on the bag,
the atta boy. but
the drug is in you
now.
never quite reaching
the point
of the first high,
when you heard that first
resounding clap.
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