Bestfriend,
our conversations in fourth period are endless.
I wish you knew what you mean to me.
Bestfriend,
you give me the awkwardness that gets me through the day.
Your silly and courageous.
But trust me,
your feelings mean a lot me,
and they mean alot to other people too.
I hate seeing you sad,
but it just gives me a reason;
to poke you until you tell me whats wrong.
Bestfriend,
pour your heart out to me,
I know it hurts sometimes,
but you manage.
Bestfriend,
I know he hurt you,
read bad.
But I will push you through it all,
until your fixed,
and you feel appreciated.
Pinky swear.
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