In the world of fake faces,
I got my philosopher's stone.
Yeah, I am a blessed soul,
I have two people whom I own.

Those are my best friends,
They are better than the rest
Dare to hurt me, man,
They will kidnap you in a purpled colour van.

The people who are different poles of the earth,
But they protect me like I am their world.
I don't know how did I get lucky to this extent
That I own their heart instead of being there on rent.

One loves Marvel, and another is the BTS stan,
One is a Wattpad lover, and another is a novel fan.
Different, yet together they stand,
One handle matter patiently, and another is an impatient head.

If you ask, Which was the moment I got them as my best friends?
I will laugh and say,
"I don't remember the moment when my hands were held."
But I worship every moment spent with them.

They are the ones who protect me from all the odds,
They stand as the shield and make me strong.
I am an emotionally unstable daughter to them,
They correct me whenever I am incorrect.

Their friendship did wonders for me,
I stand as a confident and a new me!
I can state proudly that I am a combination of these people of mine.
They are my golden armour, and they are divine.

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