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I could say,

I don't know why I have friends,

Or why I even care,

Or why I make the same mistake,

Over and over again.

But I now know the answer so that'd be

A lie.

The answer is

Because they are apart of me

And no matter if I like it or not

They'll always be.

Because their an experience,

One I will never be able to forget.

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