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Friends

“We’re friends”.

You keep using that word.

I do not think it means what you think it means.

To you it is surface attention and niceties,

A few hundred Facebook likes

And people that feed you your

Narcissistic supply that you thrive off of.

Friend to me means being there,

Ready to drop everything to help

When the need arises.

Ready to cross borders or wits

To help someone else,

No question asked because they matter

And have a piece of your soul.

It does not mean what you think it means

Because you have never had

A friend like me.

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