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She doesn’t see me She talks to me She laughs with me She walks with me But she doesn’t see me Not like she used to Back then she was my best friend My other half My twin My sister My vault I could...
We use to laugh,. We use to play,. We were best friends in every way,. Me, I was six and you were five,. We both felt bright,. Were both alive,. We painted walls,. With pots of glue,.
I look around our little bus, My Mecca over the years But all of you slipped through my grasp As I tried to hold just one near.
She and I were Best Friends for nearly four years. She helped me through my first day at my previous school. We'd do whatever Best Friends do.