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I want to be them.

Those girls, with their perfect hair

Perfect faces

Perfect bodies.

Shining stars

Of perfection

Not a blemish to be seen on their faces

Jeremy the pink ghost cow

A wonder to behold

He sucks out your insides and makes them into smoothies

And his existence usually goes untold.

That is, until one day

A pair of crazy cousins

People ask me,

Why do you love music so much?

Making music

Playing music

Listening to music.

I thought about it, and

I really love how it connects people.

People who are so different

Going, going, gone

That's where you're going to go

Far away from me.

You're graduating this year

And I'm stuck here for another

But I'd rather be where you are

Forever.

Friendship

Is magic to me.

The light in your eyes

The glow in your smile

The thoughtful pause

Before you speak.

Your laugh and your joy

Your heartache and pain

How sometimes

We even talk

Why is it so hard for you

To admit when you're wrong?

Why can't you say the two words that

Mean everything

To me?

"I'm sorry".

Would it really be that hard?

Couldn't you do it?

For me?