Nicholas Nerolien

My Friends

My friends are the people that I sit at lunch with
Talking about whatever is on our minds

We hang out at the center
Not knowing exactly what were going to do

Walking  around the mall
Only having $24 in total

Sitting in their basement
Either jamming or playing Wii

My friends make plans one day
Then change them the next day

I wake up early on Saturday to meet them
But they call to say that they have to go see a relative

My friends get me into trouble and show me a good
We laugh and cry together
They support me and make fun of me

I would take a bullet for them

I have many fond memories of my friends
I wouldn’t trade them for the world 


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