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Sep 2016
You say its pretty,
I see it as a symbol.
a symbol of hope. Freedom.
colors blend together, showing unity
the unity desired by many,
fought for by few.
we all want it.
we all chase it.
only to find out, it can never be reached.
no matter how far you drive,
how far you walk.
you will never reach
that *** of gold,
that sits patiently
at the end of every rainbow
Written by
Sam  19/Cisgender Female
(19/Cisgender Female)   
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