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Saturday, 7 August 2010
06:31:55 PM (GMT)
A friend.
Someone you can talk to.
With you to the very end. 
But is that what they really do?

Friends are there for assist
But they are not true to their role
When gone, they be often misssed
But meeting their attitute once agaib sends you down a dark hole

They will be angered at how you act
They can get very mad as well
And your friendship has to stay intact
But your angers stays inside, you can tell

However, there is a glimpse of light that I have seen
Where friendship is absolutely true
Some friends think you lose your sheen
But the others friends won't change what you do

Friends like these do not come along a lot
And it wonderful when they do 
They fill right up that very spot
Which is empty, it is true

I have some friends like these
Ones who respect me for what I am
And one favor I ask to the others, please
Try to be more like them.

Dedicated to ‹♠Ice.Cream.in.My.Pants♠› and fairy_floss_11 who are two of my
real friends on this site.

This is my first attempt ever at rhyming poetry, so don't say it sucks, I know it

‹♠Ice.Cream.in.My.Pants♠› says :   7 August 2010   377643  
That's really good hun C:


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