The fire in your eyes can’t be put out, and glory’s more about that flame than any torch that anyone can ever hand you. It burns when your friends lift you up on their shoulders, and it still burns when you stand alone—when your throat tightens up and the ground beneath you shifts.
Friday Playlist: It’s My Time
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