My best friend
When she leaves, my eyes will sprinkle.
When she goes, I'll be dropped into pieces.
When she parts, a part of me will go with her.
When she says goodbye, I will only salute.
Soon she will be saving our country...
Soon she will be millions of miles away...
Soon I won't reach her for seven weeks...
Soon I will have to salute.
I will miss her more than i missed any boy.
I will miss seeing her daily in class.
I will miss her laugh, her smile, her everything.
I will her until I salute her return.
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