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Its so easy to lose the meaning of who you are
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things. I make a fool of myself. I have a wondering and imaginative mind, I only see the good in people and I'm infatuated with the idea of love. 
I will not be defined by what size I wear I am not fat I am thick 
I am not a fool I'm only himan And I'm bound to make mistakes Understand I've always had what it takes What it takes to love you And what it takes to stay with you Yeah I might have been hurt
Vivid lights beam down from a ceiling housing thousands of cheering fans. Cheekbones corrupted with smiles give way, some hidden by active hands. A beating heart within, so eager to emerge from the cage that condemns it so
The ability to touch the sky Fly with the birds the angels A dream of all the flight To fly one must innovate improve Try Try Try Until at last takeoff is achieved
Growing up I never noticed that I was different. 
I dreamed of being a super hero To have my name in the headlines every day Reality crushed my dreams when I was just seven  I had to accept that I was never going to wake up with super powers
Can you see it? The hatred, the abuse? She doesn’t show it But what’s the use? People will say it’s for “attention” Throw her against the wall Threaten her to mention Because they fear to fall
The streets become my home, from avenue to avenue I'd rome I’m the man living on second avenue you see on your way to work I’m the teen living on 66th street you see on your way to school
  The streets become my home, from avenue to avenue I'd rome I’m the man living on second avenue you see on your way to work I’m the teen living on 66th street you see on your way to school
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