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My Friend... My Sister

Do you ever meet someone for the first time although they have always been there?
Have you ever really looked and realize you are seeing someone for less than they are worth?
Have you seen through someone although they are right there in front of you?

Sometimes it is easy to take people for granted.
Sometimes it is easy to categorize someone without even really getting to know them.

Have you ever focus so strongly on someone's negative trait and fail to see the positive in them?
Have you ever thrown stones when you have glass windows yourself?

Sometimes I forget that is a journey of self development and the people who come into it leave marks... memories.
Sometimes those people come to mean so much that they become more than a friend... they become a sister.

My mother said that people drift into and out of your life like angels. sometimes their stay is momentarily, sometimes they stay a life-time. For us it has and is a lifetime.

You are someone who can really drive me crazy.
You are someone who can get under my skin with a simple comment.
You are someone who is always in my life.
You can make me cry... but you can dry my tears.
You can listen when I feel as if no-one else does.
You can make me laugh till I want to pee myself.
You can be a mother to my kids.
You can offer advice on things that I take too personal.
You can be there when I most need it.

You are my friend... my sister.

So to all my bitches out there ... ;)  ..... Thank You.

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  1. This is beautiful.

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  2. Love it. My sister is totally my person. When she went on her honeymoon for a week, I felt lost not talking to her.

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  3. You're so right! We often take people for granted. I have a girls trip coming up with my sisters, and look forward to having some bonding time with them. - Angela

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  4. Awww...thanks for being a friend too. :)

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  5. This is very beautiful. I really like it.

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  6. Great poem!! I have very dear friends that it is hard to connect offline. I need to do better at that. :)

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  7. It's awesome that you've sent a shout out to your besties. :)

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