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be
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friend . . .
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w
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easy
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t
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be
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m
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.
friend . . .
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.
.
when
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y
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u
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knew
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m
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.
then.
Reflection: This is a melancholy-themed poem that came into being rather quickly. The opening lines came to me and the poem pretty much wrote itself from those. The poem largely reflects the naivety of my youth – I was able to like, love, and trust so easily back then. I sometimes miss the warmly open, happy, smiley, fun-spirited person I used to be but realize the difficult life lessons had to be learned.