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My Childhood Friend

Death is a childhood  friend of mine
I've held her close all my life
In high school we flirted, though I could never commit
And sophomore year we fought when she took mom instead
Yet she remained a constant comfort

As I become older we technically march closer but we grow more distant
I know I want to live but she is still there
At every slight issue she comforts me
At every minor inconvenience she is remembered

That's why I smile when I look over the edge
Because even though I want to live
I know she's always there
Written by Coolcat101s
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