Through the highs
and the lows.
All the blows.
We made it through.
Had no clue
what do
sometimes.
The glue of us kept us sane.
Though the strains.
The pains.
Dragged through the dirt
like a skirt whipped through mud.
Held on for dear life
all the strife
tried to tear us apart.
But we were smart.
Never let them drag us that far down.
We kept it together
And us.
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