Written by Chaka-px

Rolling we held hands as s bond,

no nut on-turned.

friendship as brothers or sisters,

memories crosses past.

we settle our differences in ways path.

What Happened?

Just rumours or over grown.

Hated and resented,

we fought with all we had and even look stupid at it.

Now we were more than grown,

no room for resentment,

but nut re-tied.

Kudos to our Friendship.




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