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Appreciation

I always believe that sometimes when things happen in life, your true friends always show themselves.
But in this particular case it's been a hard time that's helped me find friends. I decided to join a group and say hi, I didn't feel like much at first. Heck, I didn't think I'd make any friends.
Here I am, 6 months on and I can't call them friends - I call them family.
I've met a fair few, been on holiday, stayed at their house, had a few drinks. I talk to a few every single day.
We talk about the real embarrassing things like they're the most normal things in the world. How many people can you say you can describe your poo to and they don't bat an eyelid?!
This group has been my lifeline. As a normal dysfunctional family there have been fall outs and tiffs, but if you ever need a hug there's always someone to pick you up. Any time of the day or night there's always someone online to talk to who make you smile again.
Thank you GetYourBellyOut - I think you're amazing. I genuinely don't know what I'd do without you or the people I've met. Also for the friends who will hopefully be a part of my life for a long long time.
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