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I know what it's like to hold on
to a love you don't have.
To make one in your head,
or find someone so close,
you can taste them
one with big brown eyes
and a smile that warms your heart
Sooner or later you figure out they're human,
you respect their flaws,
and cherish your similarities
You no longer dream you're impossible dreams,
but those drams are centered upon your next test.
It is a part of growin up.
