friend.

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hey

you're kind of weird

and kind of different.

You pull funny faces

that make me feel

slightly better about

the fact that I'm not

good enough.

I've never cried more

than when I cried

over our petty fights

our stupid arguments

my stupid mistakes.

you're gone from my grasp

an inch out of reach

and you look kind of happy

so I'm happy now too

(I'm sorry, this is really bad, please don't eat me, omg)

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