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'Tis a friend, right till the end. Made mistakes, Just like we all do. But, alas his mistakes, cause his biggest heartbreaks. He's helped others, always, but with each good turn. His mind burns. Like a cancer tearing him apart, a tumour through his heart. I wish he would learn. So, he would not burn. I can only help, so, so much.......
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
Black Saturday
'Tis a friend, right till the end. Made mistakes, Just like we all do. But, alas his mistakes, cause his biggest heartbreaks. He's helped others, always, but with each good turn. His mind burns. Like a cancer tearing him apart, a tumour through his heart. I wish he would learn. So, he would not burn. I can only help, so, so much.......
A friend, a good friend is a gambler. I'm trying to help build him back, but he keeps burning all those bridges that people keep giving him. I was the last bridge.
hani-shibli
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
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