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May 2017
there's a passion in my veins
burning through me like liquid fire.
I rise to the top
so close I can taste the sweet taste of stars,
but then the taste turns bitter,
and I am second best.
and **** I'm so tired of feeling like I'm not a first
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fm  21/Non-binary
     Traveler, DawynSHunter, Kim, m, NV and 5 others
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