To all my friends I will never forget
Pencils, pen, and notebook
Stupidity and childish
Memories we made and shared
How will I live the day
With you breaking apart
How will I deal with life
If you were gone
Tonight I confess
You will never be forgotten
In my heart in my mind
Thus I would keep it
Inside a box called Happiness
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