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I look at you

you look right back

but not at me, at someone else

someone I think you know.

I study your image

and the way you've changed;

you're not the little boy from kindergarten

but the boy who wants perfection

in a non perfect world.

I wonder if you recognize me

if you think I've changed too

from the little girl you called 'best friend'

to a girl only wanting to get by

in a world we both see differently.

but then I realize, as I watch you leave

that it doesn't really matter;

you're you, and I'm me

some things aren't meant to last.