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My reflection feels like a stranger who keeps asking for things I can’t give.
Fame is a fire, and I want to burn with it until there’s nothing left.
We all rot eventually. We all fall apart. Why should I feel bad about trading blood for glory?
For now, Hollywood mourns not just the victims of her violence but also the chilling revelation that its brightest stars can sometimes burn the darkest.
