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Friendship & Drugs

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.

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Apr 23, 2014
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