“I am 16 and-
This girl is my friend, I keep her on a rope. I am scared one day she'll go to far off the edge and I cannot catch her.
This girl is my friend, and I love her like a little sister. She's the sweetest girl you'll meet, she's as sweet as milk chocolate.
I am scared one day my friend will leave this world before me, unannounced.
This girl is my friend, and she is 13.
This girl is my friend, she loves to write.
This girl is my friend, and she is always smiling no matter what.
This girl is my friend, she's the happiest girl in the world.
This girl is my friend, and she always looks beautiful.
This girl is my friend, she doesn't like to tell people her problems.
This girl is my friend, she cries before she sleeps scared, that she'll loose the one she loves.
Nine years have passed, filled with love... This girl is my friend, and she isn't the happiest girl in the world.
This girl was my friend, she was 22.
This girl was my friend, and she loved to write.
This girl was my friend, and she used to smile all the time.
This girl was my friend, she smiled no matter what.
This girl was my friend, and she is always happy.
This girl was my friend, and yesterday, she looked beautiful.
This girl was my friend.. And I miss her. She left the word before me, unannounced. I'll miss her sweetness, and her scent of strawberries. I'll miss the way she smiled, and her scent of strawberries.
I'll miss her. And today, I continue writing this down- Because today is her funeral.” •
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((I wrote this myself. Because I have a friend that isn't the happiest, but you don't know..))
