When I glanced through my past, my memories were filled with my friends. When I was chilling with my pals, our enjoyment had no dead ends. If our buddies were with us, we would play, we would laugh, we would fight. But now I would be very happy, if at least they were in my sight. The pain of missing our homies, our mates, cannot be expressed in words. If we all bruvs were together now, we would fly high like just freed birds. Even we are distant places, they all will still be my bros. Our friendship will never cease to grow, cause' they are my amigos.