I wanted to be normal,

I wanted it so bad,

I wanted to be wind in Oklahoma,

the soda in drive-thru,

the movies in the theater,

the red-dirt in the country.

But I was like red dirt

in Colorado & Michigan,

wind in Toronto, Canada.

Like ice cream in the winter,

hot cocoa in the summer.

I wanted to be normal,

so much, that if desires

were dull flames, barely lit,

I would still be a wildfire.

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Just to keep the streak! STS!