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Put me on a pedestal right next to her I'll stretch on my tip-toes to look her in the eyes- The eyes of my competitor. The standard. Attempt to deceive me, tell me I'm wearing gold, but the silver feels cold in my hands.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
Second Place-Second Best
Put me on a pedestal right next to her I'll stretch on my tip-toes to look her in the eyes- The eyes of my competitor. The standard. Attempt to deceive me, tell me I'm wearing gold, but the silver feels cold in my hands.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
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