YOWO: You Only Write Once
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Sun beats down on me
My heart wavers up and down
The heat seems endless
A few steps forward is hard
Your kind hand is out of reach
I am standing in a place that is something like a foreign country,
but where I feel completely at home.
It is a small country – its borders measure only 59 feet by 29.5 feet – but it has its own laws, customs and habits.
I was sitting at the table hearing my friends talk
But I cannot say that I was listening, for something else caught my eye
Across from us was a boy, just like me, just like you, just like them
