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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