Here's to the boy in that stupid red hat.
The one who would trip over his own feet and glue his hand to the desk.
The one who charged head-on into the forest and cried when he couldn't find his way back out.
The one who appreciated his mom's cooking by licking the plate clean and not wiping his face.
The one who stopped to smell the flowers while the other kids beat him to the finish line.
The one who would race outside without any shoes to jump in the leaves before anyone else could.
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Here's to the boy in that lowered red hat.
The one who loved to write but hated seeing his own penmanship.
The one who would daydream all day but couldn't sleep a wink at night.
The one who scanned through volumes of family photos but could only recognize his mother.
The one who was always quiet even though his thoughts never were.
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Here's to the boy in that trademark red hat.
The one who I overshadowed but could reach heights I couldn't even see.
The one who seemed indifferent towards me but treasured every word I said.
The one who still wears the other half of a pokeball that I threw away.
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Here's to the boy in that weathered red hat.
The one who focused more on doing his best rather than being the best.
The one who is more proud of his team and his friends than of himself.
The one who saw every person as a potential friend rather than an opponent.
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Here's to the boy who gave me that red hat.
The one who believed in me when I couldn't believe in myself.
The one who searched for and found me when I thought I had lost myself.
The one who accepted my faults rather than deny that I had any.
The one who never turned his back on me even when I did on him.
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Here's to this boy in a stupid red hat.
The one who pushed away the single person that loved him for who he was and not what he was.
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