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To: Friends


To all my friends,

I am quite jealous.

To all my enemies, 

I am quite jealous.

For you, in contrast of me, 

have a "best" friend you see, 

who seems to make you quite zealous. 

 

Whatever you do, 

don't lose them. 

However you do,

don't lose them.

For I still have to go through trial and error,

facing this never-ending terror,

to find that one truly loyal gem. 

 

Now don't get me wrong, 

I do have friends.

There's nothing really wrong,

I do have friends. 

It's just that I long for a deeper bond, 

someone to swim within this huge pond, 

that eventually turns into a river, with its curves and bends. 

 

And remember now,

these people have stuck with you somehow. 

Which makes me ask how?

and makes me exclaim "Wow!"

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