Broken Friends
There they are,
The friends I need.
But too far to reach.
Can I trust you?
Can you trust me?
Is it true?
Are you lonely?
Or is this a game?
We all seem to play.
At the end of the day,
It shouldn't matter.
You are my peers.
My broken friends,
To the end.
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