A September to remember
When I first talked with my buddy
With her glasses and her ponytail
Smiling her sweet smile
Speaking her imagination's will
Never afraid to hear me out
Even during my darkest of moments
I may have scared her
Hurt her
On one occassion or another
But still she is my buddy
Spinning her pen on her fingers
Drinking her water
That I steal everyday
Some might say we have a quirky friendship
And what do I say to such accusations
I say
Fine maybe it is
But show me one that isn't.
 
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