I never thought the day would come when I finally meet some people that wouldn't judge me. I like the people I hang around. They understand me, see the world the way I see it, and love me, like a sister. These people are my friends. They would do anything to protect me. Hell, they would catch a grenade for me. I try to do stuff for them, like buy them gifts and stuff like that, but they wouldn't take them. "Look kohai, we love you for who you are. You don't need to change because people judge you. You can be whoever you wanna be. These are nice but, you are the only gift that we need. We love you, kohai." Their words would bring me to tears in just seconds. Why do they care so much about me? Why am I so special? They don't see me as a friend or even a best friend. They see me as their little sister or kohai. They've always been there for me through thick and thin. I'm glad that I can have somebody to lean on. I remember a dream when I was surrounded by darkness and there was no way out. Then I saw a small ray of light. There was a hand reaching out for mine. And there they were standing over me, waiting for me to grab their hand and live out my life in happiness. To other people they seem like my friends, but to me, they are my family.
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Life's Everyday Poetry
Poetry"What does life have to bring to us? Why are we living out our lives in confusion?" I awake to the bright, beautiful sunshine in the morning. I ask myself, "What are the true meanings of life? Do we understand why each and everyone of us were put on...
