Pluto and I
When I was younger, Pluto was my favorite planet
I cried the day it was demoted
I realized that I rooted so heavily I for the little guy, the underdog
Because I was just like that little planet
And I thought if I can root for that little planet
Someone would see me, and root for me too
I’ve accepted that things don’t work out the way I always plan them to
But I always feel a moment away from falling behind and become a dwarf planet, demoted.
I still look up and hope that Pluto roots for me, just like I still root for him
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