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Apr 2014
Do your friends make you paranoid?
Mine used to.
Drama, rumours and gossip were new to
me and made me grow old.

My new friends and I,
we act child like.

Have you ever experimented with different friends?
Do you dare act
Different around
Different crowds
Different ones,
Different twos
Different combinations?

But when you’re friends aren’t around
Sadly it does happen
Do you pass the time?
With self-exploration and
meditation?

The good friends
No matter how you are acting
Always know its really you.
And they will always be there
Through bad and good
Through lows and highs.

The good friends know who you are.
The new friends are always there.

That’s what new means,
and i guess that's what friendship
means too.
Sean Banks
Written by
Sean Banks  Vancouver Island
(Vancouver Island)   
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