This poem is dedicated to all my friends. One in particular.
First time we met, few words were said,
Second time we met, we laughed here and there,
Fifth time we met, we were inseperable.
We shared ideas, we shared thoughts,
We cryed and laughed at the same things.
But there were times I felt so small...
I felt like the burden.
But all of you stretched out your hands and smiled.
My friends, you are the reason I enjoy life.
You are my sisters.
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