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How can a wizard know nothing at age 17 but everything at 22?
The shiny snitch on my forgotten birthday cake, starting the run, the hunt
Searching while being searched, and waking up in the middle of the night
Scared, alone and yet surrounded, thrown to wolves with a barely a mask
I thought I saw your teeth; I thought I knew your malicious darkness
Instead, I saw your light; your lies; how you helped hide my disguise
A hero, they called me at the end; but still called you traitor
I guess I’ve had too much to drink tonight, remembering our combative past
Now when I wake up in the middle of the night, I reach
Still unbelieving that I get to touch you, hold you, be with you
A fever dream, the kind of radiance you have when you’re in love
I know what true love feels like at the old age of 22
And I know that you will still want me when I’m nothing new