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Once upon a time,
There were 3 youths spending 3 years together.
Each one odder than the last,
They'd leave the world their classmates were in,
And meet in one they'd created for themselves.
In this world they laughed a lot,
Talked and thought and learned.
This world was brutally honest.
This world had no secrets.
This world knew twistedly lasting love,
With headphones, style, boobs and blown up feet,
They lived through each others' lives.
Imbibing from each other things they knew not,
They were blind to their blended tastes,
Deaf to the similarity in their voices
They remained who they were meant to be,
A mix if wit, charm, spunk, intellect, and stances,
For they still saw each other as their solidly original selves.
Little did they know the 3 sided closed figure of faith,
They had constructed through their union.
This unbreakable triangle had each of them in a corner,
Yet together they were a lesson to school kids all over the world.
Unwittingly they taught how being 3 youths people see as one,
Doesn't mean any of them were less of any one.