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A Best Friend Lost
She walks down the narrow road and into a small graveyard at twilight.
She knows it is getting late, but she is drawn to the grave of her best friend, and cannot leave…
She was her best friend.
The only one she trusted enough to tell all her secrets to.
Together, everywhere, they would attend.
She kneels in front of the headstone and begins to weep.
“How could this have happened?! Why couldn’t it have been me instead,” she cried.
The memories of her friend, she will forever keep.
The most depressing memory, though, shall always be the day her one and only true friend died.
She will never be the same.
This pain, she knows, will never go away.
It might ease with time, but will never truly fade,
And, with each passing day,
She will recall all the cheerful memories that they made.
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