Dreaming of times past and present.
Friends today and of the ones that are heavily sent.
I remember the long summer days ending with fire flies in a jar.
Perfect summer nights of thinking of how many stars there are.
The friends that have told me the funniest jokes ever.
The days if sledding till our teeth chatered as we shiver.
From the warm hugs when all I needed was ear.
To the scary movies when we hid and jumped in fear.
Talking and listening to each others tales of glory and fame.
To even today when we share our kids call us lame.
My friends are the very best in the world you see.
I could never ask anything more and only thank them for making me.
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My Public Suicide (Complete Book)
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