I am a drunk fairy.
When I am with my best and closest friend.
Flying free and acting like I'm out of my senses.
We make ridiculous puns and laugh like hyenas.
Cry on each others shoulder and take our stress out.
Act like each other's strength and weakness.
My best friend is always there.
Ever since fourth grade.
I am glad I have her in my life.
I often wonder how my life will be.
Without my best friend.
Would there still be all this fun?
Everyone who sees us together calls us weird.
No one sees how much fun we have.
Only that we are the ones screaming and jumping around.
I don't care what others say.
And neither does she.
I hope she knows I'm glad to be her drunk fairy.
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This poem is dedicated to @Raychekkk and I know you have already read this Oma. But this is just a reminder to keep bearing with me no matter how much I taunt you, bother you, eat your brain, hit you, etc. Because I will still hate you forever and ever.
Yes, I said hate. Which probably confuses you. See, with me all my insults are compliments and my compliments are insults. Weird, I know.
Sooooo "what can I say except you're welcome" Oma. That was a good song reference right there. But anyways "ciao adios I'm done".
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