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friend

Who makes me laugh?
My friend
I am mischievous, on whose behalf?
My friend.

Comforting me in times of need
When helpless, pays me heed
Talking nonsense till our parents complain
From calling each other names, we can't refrain.

Sharing anything and everything
Hating together on our enemies
Fighting too, but we make up
There is nothing that can break us.

I will always love you, even after the end
I cherish our bond, my awesome (sometimes stupid) friend.

— Manya

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