Everyone has that one friend.
That they would choose over anyone.
To talk to.
Hang out with.
It doesn't matter.
There always the first choose.
I get an empty.
Felling in my chest.
When I realized.
I'm not that to anybody):
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PoetryMost of these are from Google and instagram, some of them are original.
