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What makes me feel good
are the friends that stand beside me
they not only chill with me
but they be my homies
as we move on to college
we all unite together
to show our love for one another
Are becoming so rough but nimble in my arms.
They are fading away so fast that I can't explain
or hold on.
Dare I say this world is too narcissistic to tell itself
its too frail?
