we were so young

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you,
the small giant with
comical clenched fists, cartoon like
the heroic prince fighting against
a heart built with stone walls.

me,
your mirror image but taller
and fatter, but you disregard it
only to be met with a wavering fist
you stumble backward.

us,
prettier then prettier than
i could imagine you with a princess
not unlike her,
i'm not worth fighting for.

together
we stand,
hand in hand
hovering over your shadow
you're better without me.

perhaps
when i grow up
i'll be better off alone.

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