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Mr. "Sun," thanks always before for your support by being a friend.

Your presence gradually eases the "discomforts" I must face.  Throughout our friendship you had the warm ability to brighten the day

or generate a smile from my mouth.

Now as we're separated I pray you

good health and prosperity.

Even when you scold me as being childish or a son-of-a bitch from what I read months ago I respect your opinions of me nonetheless.

Surprising, isn't it?  I know what you said...  

Even if it seems as if you backstab which I let pass

it doesn't matter if you hate me now,

I still adore you as a true friend.

You're very lucky I can forgive you so easily

without losing my temperament to tears nor contempt.

Yet for others, it would be harder for them to forgive you.

Also I'm lucky too for having the chance to understand you inside as a person as well as myself

and the friendship we created.

I can never hate you at all to be honest.

You're that friend who still remains inside my mind and heart.

Though some believe you could be corrupt at times.

Some others gossip that you were disgusting

from what I've heard.

Others say you were a fool.

Did you know, "my mouse accomplice," that I defended you

always saying you were a good person within.

Or did you hear that some spoke

condescending or harsh words

behind your back when you left and I stood up for you

proudly to say, "I know who he really is.

SHUT THE FUCK UP!"  

They were surprised I said it.  

They knew me to be too quiet as an individual.

In the end, I ended up the stigmatized one but it didn't matter because I absolutely despise having to hear

people speak ill about you.

Fuck those backstabbers!

But you never knew that of which I've done for you.

It's okay, you don't need to.

But know that friendships that are tested tell you who is true.

You know, you're really cool I always thought.

The person who would kill the competition with his "I'm

going after my goals" ideology and be stubborn with it

my Mr. Go-Getter friend in life.

But there is more to the eye than it can see;

a reality that's hidden from your view.

You're someone I must protect now

from the bitter, awful truth.

This is what friendship is for,

to do what you can for your friend.

To let them not be pained nor suffer,

but to alleviate his mind from "poison."

I'm sorry I'm keeping it out of your sight,

you need not know what it is.

But since I've hidden it, it makes numerous, twisted interpretations from outside perspectives.

But I wish things were different instead of these misunderstandings you see.

They're illusions, you know,

the negative interpretations you believe.

If I was better I could be talking to you now right in front of your face.

I'd tell you, "Thing's are going great!"    

And I'd listen to how was your day.

I would take you fishing with zeal

so you can see the nightly outdoors.

Or to hang out when chance permits.

I always want to seize a falling star and grant a wish of my own that things will soften for me, and I can fly to where you are to say "Hey, what's up?"

to talk hours and hours before I go.

Looks like reality can be cruel, the way things are for me now.

A voice from the past joining our memories;

Pinky, I'm glad we crossed paths in our lives.