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Dear Drawn to Life


Sorry it's been almost a decade 
since I first played you before 
giving you this. 
 
I'm learning to draw. 
I can't yet make my drawings lifelike, 
and it's a shame I can't bring them to life, 
but I can still make art worth making. 
 
I'm learning to play piano. 
Yours was the soundtrack to my childhood, 
and it's a shame I could never recreate the latter, 
but I can still enjoy a good song. 
 
I'm learning to be excited for the future. 
My favorite level of yours was the space one, 
and it's a shame I could probably never be an astronaut, 
but I can still acheive great things. 
 
Thank you for teaching me to want to learn. 
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