my friend
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I can’t believe it’s almost been two years since I’ve seen your beautiful face.
We went through so much together over the years.
We saw many hardships, and we cried many tears.
Awesome.
It’s an overused word.
But in this case, it fits perfectly.
Blonde hair, crazy smile.
Good friend that goes the extra mile.
Smart, fun, wild.
A hippie that brings light to a room.
This message goes out to my middle and H.S. friend, Jake, who left us all way too soon. May his heart finally be filled with the peace for which he yearned, but sadly couldn’t come to find through the thick of life’s adversities at the time.
Thinking again, I should've left.
Saw your crooked smile, pondering eyes.
You left me in the dust, you didn't care at all.
He buys you things,
so you let him beat you down,
(My mom)
yell at you
(my friend)
and call you a bitch, hoe, tramp and everything else indecent under the sky
(my other friend)
