see this drawing?
I made it for you.
Once, long ago, during a time when I thought of nothing but
shining knights in armor and happily ever afters
and the hopeless reveries that reality could never construe.
I've broken my crayons trying to draw a picture of us,
and accidentally smeared the colors all over my favorite frock,
and on my hands were the remnants of something I tried so hard to build,
but you deemed it as nothing
but an amateur piece of
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