As I grew up, I came in contact with many friends. Most of them had their own motives for being my friend. Losing friends hurts, but I realized that people come in and out of your life for a reason. Each one of those people made me a better person in some type of way. Those friends who have been in my life for a long time I cherish deeply and hold on to them tightly. The way I see it, if they are in my life this long they must be there for a reason. The moral to this story is cherish the friends you have because you never know when you might loose them.
By Cierra Porter
Monday, January 7, 2008
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