Friendship is like that flower that bloomed from no where
Friendship is a battle
it is littered with problems
Friendship is trust
few earn it
it is essential
All of us long for that new seed to be planted.
wait till the morn' when it sprouts.
The beginning of eternity
an everlasting soldier by your side.
That flower we all long for
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