the truth I hold dearest is getting far far to strong,
Unsure to say bi, or keep holding on.
They say the reason I am alone is the fear of being wrong.

I wonder how the world can be so vain.
Will she hold me while I dance in the rain?
If I have wet hair will he still think me sane?

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