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Only a few friends,that’s all I have.

Unlike most others it’s unlikely we’ll grow apart.

Through thick and thin we’ve already been,but we’re 

Children just living life.

Adults will never understand our 

Silly,simple-minded,inside jokes

That you’d need to have witnessed the birth of.

So what if the world says I need new friends,I’m fine with the ones that I’ve got.

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