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Oct 2014
Friendship,
A funny thing,
A happy thing,
A warm thing.

A thing that people yearn for,
Wish for,
Have a need for.

When you make a friend,
You get a warm, drunk feeling in the pit of your stomach,
A feeling that makes you feel dizzy, happy.

I am thankful for my friends,
the ones that love me,
Are there for me,
Miss me,
Care about me..

I am thankful,
For the short girl with the colorful hair and crazy personality,
For the tall brunette boy that keeps crashing and never stops caring,
For the woman who is my hero....

I love you so ******* much.
Never forget.

ria
edit: almost 3 years later. the short girl with the colorful hair and crazy personality and I have distanced ourselves from each other. the reckless brunette boy destroyed me twice and abandoned me. my hero is the only of the three that remain
honey
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honey  18/Androgynous/Tennessee
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