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A while back a friend asked me a good question: What is the best compliment you've ever received? Now while we can't answer philosophy without poetry my answer really wasn't that hard. You see I was asked this question by an amazing lady in a letter, I was all to happy to see the letter end with Love, Gabby. So my reply was simple. The best compliment I can receive is that of love. Whenever a friend tells me they love me, whether that's my brother by birth Or my brothers and sisters by bond, It's the best compliment anyone can give me. Without my friends love I would not be alive today. I've written a thousand stanzas protesting suicide and a thousand more against self harm, I've written love poems to death and refuted them with disgust, I've penned down quatrains with the blood of self hate and the tears of depression, But I wrote them down because I was alive to do so. Without the compliment of my friends love The only writing done would be that of crooked tally marks on the inside of my coffin.
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
The Love of my Friends
A while back a friend asked me a good question: What is the best compliment you've ever received? Now while we can't answer philosophy without poetry my answer really wasn't that hard. You see I was asked this question by an amazing lady in a letter, I was all to happy to see the letter end with Love, Gabby. So my reply was simple. The best compliment I can receive is that of love. Whenever a friend tells me they love me, whether that's my brother by birth Or my brothers and sisters by bond, It's the best compliment anyone can give me. Without my friends love I would not be alive today. I've written a thousand stanzas protesting suicide and a thousand more against self harm, I've written love poems to death and refuted them with disgust, I've penned down quatrains with the blood of self hate and the tears of depression, But I wrote them down because I was alive to do so. Without the compliment of my friends love The only writing done would be that of crooked tally marks on the inside of my coffin.
Not everyone is lucky enough to have the friends I have. I'm blessed to be so lucky. Sorry this wasn't much of a poem. Feel free to answer the question for yourself, share if you feel up to it.
#love#friends#sacred
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dillon-berrus
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
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