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That friend (so close, yet so far)

I was lost but didn’t even realize it. She said hello.
Why would someone talk to me? I did not know.
A slight smile and a nod to acknowledge I heard her voice.
She sat next to me and said happy or sad it's your choice.
I kinda chuckled because I knew she was completely right.
These “happy people” I thought, already forming a poem to write.
I glanced at the ground saying “I choose to be happy every day.
But this depression, this anxiety usually have there way.”
Why are you looking down there when I’m up here? She said.
That darkness and emptiness disappeared from my head.
Without thinking I was looking into her eyes as she smiled.
“You know, we all have bad times and those “impossible trials.””
The way she spoke I knew she has felt this kind of pain before.
Listening to her read her poetry is now what I most adore.
Because when she took my hand and showed what was in me.
Was the day I stopped being lost and learned how to be happy.
Written by miseryomy
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