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Mar 2014
The Friends I've gained
And their trust I've lost
Their past I've stained
And at what cost?
It’s hard to believe they’re still here
Although I’m not the worst.
Second to family, they’re all I hold dear
IF they were to leave, I’m afraid my heart would burst.
There was another writing that I do remember.
*“Don’t stand in front of me
Because I might not follow.
Don’t stand behind me
Because I might not lead.
Just stand beside me and be my friend.
Would you?
To the very end?”
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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