Sour by Alex

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It's like this:
You are fifteen and you are
Covered in rainbows and your smile
Fills your face,
And you come home and
You learn that one-hundred and three people just like you were shot,
Because they were just like you.

It's like this:
The bitterness in your bones
Suddenly fills you so entirely you
Wipe off the make-up and rip off the tie-dye.

It's like this:
You are fifteen and queer,
But you are not free to love.

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