FriendsA Poem by LonelyLeechThe ones to care for. The ones to share with. We call them friends. Allies, Buddies, Comrades. All names used for a name. We call them friends. Some feel like they are without. So they hide their feeling and words. So much that it eats away at their inner selves. Enough to point of no return.
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Added on November 20, 2016 Last Updated on November 20, 2016 Author
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