I think of my friends as flowers - each one more beautiful than the last, yet the most beautiful have always withered away first. Every friend has added meaning to my life, something for which I will always be profoundly grateful. However, I find myself at a crossroads because, to me, those who shine the brightest and bring the most warmth are the ones …
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