Friendship comes in many forms, It has it's pedals, it has it's thorns. How does it happen, can we see, If friendship will fade, or forever be? Tests may be given to see what is real, To see what is made like water or hard like steel. Both people must help to get what they need, If farmer wants plants he must water the seeds.
Reason for writing:
My best friend left
Birth sign: Aquarius
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