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My dear friend,
You are always there for me, When I need a shoulder to cry on, You lend me yours, When I'm happy, you are happy, You put yourself in my shoes, But I'm the one who wears them. You have not cried the tears I have, You've never felt the way I've felt, You have never struggled in this life The way I have, You've never suffered as much as I have. But my dear friend, As perfect as I see your life, I know that you have your own struggles. My dear friend, I want to thank you For helping me through my problems, Always there for me, Always going out of your way to help me. Thank you.
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