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I recognize you, the girl who gave her love once and was forced to let go.
I recognize you, the boy whose dreams crumbled down and had to make do.
I recognize you, the one who cares so much and said nothing.
I recognize you, coming and going, every day, to the same place, for the same people.
I recognize you, how the curve of your body shed its sadness and disappointment.
I recognize you, in the late hours at night, ruminating and wondering and musing and feeling.
I recognize you, becoming everything else save what you want and can become.
Last of all, I recognize you, and trust me, you will make it through.