A complicated thing
Those moments we remember,
the memories we share,
the ones where we had ups and downs,
yet I still condier you a friend,
Everything hurts,
everything feels weird,
life is empty,
life is hollow,
Too much to cary,
too much to hold,
too much weight,
too much guilt,
friends seemslike a complicated thing,
they hold their own secrets,
they laugh amongst side you,
sometimes they laugh at you.
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