Trading the microphone for a pair of scrubs..

I look upon the stage, the one I once fell in love with. 

The stage that shinned my true potential out 

I walk onto this stage and I feel sadness.

I will miss this stage 

I will adore the stage for as long as I live.

My first performanace 

I've sang, I've cried, I've acted on this stage, 

others will walk this stage, others will feel as I felt.

I am not giving up the stage, I am merely taking a break until one day, it calls me back.

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