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Good friends are really important, I found out.

Live, survive, and Thrive.

Go each week and we feel alive.

A glossy man who can't feel his rainbow, 

He doesn't need paint to show his colors,

We all see the love he can show.

Live, survive, and Thrive,

Go the next week and still feel alive.

A young colored poet who feels shattered and alone.

Lost a close friend to the reaper himself,

Now it's our job to give you a home.

Live, survive, and Thrive.

Each time we go, we know we're alive.

A jiggly angry muffin who feels so much hate.

Once we saw you cry, and we all started too.

We love you man, you're great.

Live, survive, and Thrive.

You all make me warm inside.

A young (wo)man young and confused,

not knowing quite what you feel

We'll always be here for you, to help you until you do.

Live, survive, and Thrive,

Close knit together just like a hive.

Fanny pack, fanny pack, what do you hold?

You're always carried by a dear friend of ours,

Their hair's green, but their heart's gold.

Live, survive, and Thrive.

Eight weeks, and love arrives.

One who doesn't come quite often, though you've just as much love.

You're beauty is inside and out, and all throughout,

When your confidence flies like a dove.

Live, survive, and Thrive.

One more day til next week arrives.

The leader the rag-tag group, who always knows just what to say.

Loved by all, and for a damn good reason.

Just seeing you can improve a person's day.

Live, survive, and Thrive.

Each and every one deserves this surprise.

A two-for-one deal, though it's not what you thought, 

Both have their problems, but both always caring.

Read this poem and tell me they their not.

Live, survive, and Thrive.

All of you just bring me life.

Author's Note

It's written for some friends, so... I honestly care more about the content than the actual poem structure plip. Still, tear it to shreds, I always wanna improve.