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To be your own best friend
Which is what i was for a long time I was so grateful There was a glass shop near me So i can talk to them I loved them so much I knew they liked me Just so hard because I always wished i didn't have to bother them Even though they liked me They said it was nice to have a laugh at work They all were so nice I saw my brother playing with friends He wasn't my best friend in the world no more His friends used to torment me Hurt me, humiliate me, make me cry He didn't know how i felt Time now to let it all out Their parents were mean too Only One was sweet, but now after so many years The friendship took a turn for the worst of all If you asked me how it feels to be your own best friend I'd say i know exactly how you feel Bored to death it makes you sick You don't know how to get through the day Without causing mischief Its not your fault You don't know what to do I was so grateful to God I lived next door to a glass shop I'd speak to all of them It was so much fun I loved them all to pieces I didn't feel like my own best friend no more They felt like my friends God bless their souls Vote for this poem
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