Oh Shel, I love it when you sometimes fail with innocent pale face you have when you look at me directly.
I am grateful to be your friend and walk through the drama which you had to pretend to be loving and try to get it to bend.
I know you were kind of sick of shit and you wanted to quit and spit it out, clear your throat and mouth, and shout out loud to make it pound with a big sound that travels for miles until it reaches me connectively literally touching and grabbing my attention to sit down with you in a lecture session.
Just so you know I am here to listen when you are missing the good days, I'll repay that lost smile that was on your face.
I will never become a disgrace to every other person who doubts you and judges you for who you really are...
they don't see it like how I see it clearly, like when clouds are cloudy and rains are dreary pouring.
I like how we are alike and stuff, It makes me puff every thing you say out and I take it in and laugh it back out over and over again. I thank you again for being my best friend and most likely obviously closest friend than the other who I tried to teach a lesson but she never listens....
By: Ink-less
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