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We are (?)

not quite “best friends” as the world would name it,

never to be bound by walls of exclusivity.

What we found was something simpler,

yet deeper:

a comfort that needed no label.

the circle that make me feel like;

I don’t have to fight for a seat at the table,

or feel guilty for not inviting,

or fear being thought of as “too much” or “not enough.”

I am heard.

I am helped.

I am needed.

The four of us,

different and imperfect,

yet in rhythm still—

filling the empty spaces of one another,

leaving room for flaws,

but never for betrayal.

Perhaps we don’t shine in the grand names of friendship,

but in our quiet way,

we have built something truer:

a place where we can simply be,

and still belong.