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Sep 2013
Unconditional love is hard to find.
We hide, we seek, and we fall on our faces
(At least, I have)

But in the darkest of nights, let's raise a glass to our friends
The ones who give us endless love, tough love, pure love.
(Beloved friend.)

The ones who will yell at us when we need it
And the ones who will yell at those who have done us wrong
(True friend.)

You, my friends, are my family.
To family!
(Sacred friend-family)

So in the darkest of nights, the brightest of days,
You are my light, and you are part of me.
You are who you love, and I am my friends.

Precious, true, beloved, sacred, magic.

Friend.
Wallamo
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Wallamo
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   Emma and mΓ»re
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