I found a new wishbone,
because I think mine was fractured along the way.
Too much pasting and holding back together.
Really, they are only meant to be used once,
but I've always been a wish stealer.
Sometimes, it feels like you've been permanently stuck with the long, magic end and I get the short, throw-away end.
This wish business is too often a tug-of-war between you and I.
And you know what? I don't even know what I wish for anymore,
but all my wishes still taste like you.
I blew out my eighteen candles with no sense of direction,
just your smile in my head.
So tell me, did your wishes come true?
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