It's your shoulder I cry on when I seem to fall, The number I dial when I need to call. It's the times we are argue when were caught up in the wind, but it never seems to last, it always ends. The times we cry over little things, like soap operas and little dreams. The all niters that we pull, and pig out until were full. But there is one major thing that describes a friend, it's someone who is there for you until the end.Birth sign: Cancer
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