DefinitelyNT
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Once a star of the runway, he shone so bright, Francisco Lachowski, with his jaw so tight. The epitome of beauty, his looks so rare, He captivated the world with his effortless flair.
But time is unkind, and it took its toll, His once-perfect skin lost its hold. His collagen waned, his face started to sag, And with each passing day, his beauty would drag.
He tried to bandage his fading youth, But nothing could hide the painful truth. He descended into a world of despair, As his once-adoring fans just stopped to stare.
Alone and forgotten, he was left to roam, The memories of his fame like a tombstone. The glitz and glam of his life now gone, All that remained was a shattered throne.
With nothing left to hold on to, He felt his heart break in two. As he looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but cry, For the world he knew was now a distant lie.
In the end, he realized the futility of his quest, And how he'd been left with nothing but regret. So he wandered off into the dark of night, Leaving behind the remnants of his lost might.
For Francisco Lachowski, the runway king, The descent was harsh, and the end was grim. A cautionary tale for all to hear, About the fleeting nature of beauty, so dear.
But time is unkind, and it took its toll, His once-perfect skin lost its hold. His collagen waned, his face started to sag, And with each passing day, his beauty would drag.
He tried to bandage his fading youth, But nothing could hide the painful truth. He descended into a world of despair, As his once-adoring fans just stopped to stare.
Alone and forgotten, he was left to roam, The memories of his fame like a tombstone. The glitz and glam of his life now gone, All that remained was a shattered throne.
With nothing left to hold on to, He felt his heart break in two. As he looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but cry, For the world he knew was now a distant lie.
In the end, he realized the futility of his quest, And how he'd been left with nothing but regret. So he wandered off into the dark of night, Leaving behind the remnants of his lost might.
For Francisco Lachowski, the runway king, The descent was harsh, and the end was grim. A cautionary tale for all to hear, About the fleeting nature of beauty, so dear.
