She was my best friend,
Loyall,
funny,
beautiful,
what a best friend is.
She was always there.
We were always together.
She was there to stay,
till that dredfull day,
When she moved away.
I cried so much,
I still do,
I know she misses me too,
I`ll always think,
of the times,
the silly ways,
the total blond moments,
the secrets we shared.
The memories that will always be there.
The times we cried,
the times we shared.
In the end,
its like it wasnt ment to be there.
She was my best friend for a summer,
But at the end,
Before school came,
she left the town,
where we shared,
all are memories.
I will always love her,
Because shes my sister,
Shes my twin,
My extra limb.
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