The closest friends are those that remain,
They laugh with us, wipe our tears, and comprehend our dreams and worries through thick and thin, come what may.
They are there to provide a listening ear, drive away all our worries and anxieties, and make us smile even on our worst days. They are familiar with our oddities and crazy ways.
They are the ones we can depend on the most; they are the ones we go to from coast to coast. They help us stand and hoist us up.
So let's toast to those who guide us and brighten the world, to our dearest friends and lifelong companions.
May we always be connected.
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