What am I to you?
Am I really a friend?
Or am I just someone you mooch off of?
I was there when you cried.
I'm always there for you.
I always let you come over, even if I don't want you to.
I care about you.
Maybe more than your best friend.
I hope you care about me, too.
And I'm not just a distraction for your boring summer.
Because we've been friends forever.
And it would break my heart to know it's all a lie.
I wrote this about my friend Frances.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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