Sweat

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May 28th, 2016

Sweat trickled down my forehead.

I sighed in content as the cool water slid down my throat, soothing it after a long day of singing. And yet, still, I felt incomplete. Everything felt out of place - not that that was anything new.

Yes, my name is Michael. Yes, I'm the second most famous Michael in the world. But I don't belong here. I love the exhiliration of being on stage, playing the words from my heart, but I don't belong here.

Or atleast, I never did. But it was in that moment that I met her. Well, I say met... more like stormed right into her because I apparently can't walk properly;

I'm a dipshit like that.

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