My Friends
They help me through my highs and lows,
And I tell them all my secrets,
Even if we sometimes get in rows,
We always make up,
We laugh at funny memories,
And cringe at embarrassing ones,
We share the same enemies,
A.K.A people we don't like,
Every single friend has a special place in my heart,
As my friends I made in year 7,
And if I ever lost one, in my heart would stay a dart,
Of sadness and depression.
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