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Mar 2015
Everyone has that one friend.
Someone who they'd pick over anyone,
To talk to about their deep thoughts,
Hang out with every now and then.

It doesn't matter.
They're the first choice.

I get an empty feeling
In my chest,
When I realise,
I'm not that friend to anyone.
*~ r.s
rs
Written by
rs  England
(England)   
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