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Second place doesn’t really hurt as much When that’s all you’ve ever known Second to be born Second to be considered Second to be called on Second to be loved First chair? Not likely, you don’t belong there And don’t fool yourself, they never really loved you first You’re second through and through And maybe that’s why the spotlight scares you You’ve never known what it feels like to own one Silver may be prettier than gold But that doesn’t change the fact that your story never gets told
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
The Silver Medalist
Second place doesn’t really hurt as much When that’s all you’ve ever known Second to be born Second to be considered Second to be called on Second to be loved First chair? Not likely, you don’t belong there And don’t fool yourself, they never really loved you first You’re second through and through And maybe that’s why the spotlight scares you You’ve never known what it feels like to own one Silver may be prettier than gold But that doesn’t change the fact that your story never gets told
One of the first poems I ever wrote, I edited a little bit but decided not to change too much from the first draft.
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
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