Friend
When I first saw you
I thought you were like the others
But when I got to know you better
I began to see something special
I began to see a person
A person who I could talk to
A person who wouldn’t judge me
A person who I could tell my secrets too
A person who would help me when I was in trouble
That person who I now call friend
But it didn't stop there
My friend began to change my being
My friend that understood me like no other
And I understood them as well as the back of my hand
My friend that turned my frown upside down
With just looking at me and smiling
My friend who eventually became
My best friend
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