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Dec 2019
I used to think that friendship is the greatest
It is in some ways
But what if you discover that you have no friends
No close friends I mean
You find yourself talking with people and having fun with them
But they know nothing about you
They think they do
No one really knows
And no one can see
The anxious and depressed person inside you
Just because you're trying to be funny and act like you're the life of the party
But no one beside your hidden notebook knows the real you
I wrote this because:
Because you may have a friend.. who always gives you advice. And tries to make you smile.
And he's always wise and knows how to take you away from depression and he does. But trust me that person, even if he looks so strong, he is weak inside. Even if you don't see him crying or complaining. You really don't know him.. And no one does
Written by
     Naceur Ben Mesbah, --- and ---
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