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Friends


 

These are the people that make my day,

The friends that

Stay by my side,

Day by day,

Loyal to the ultimate fault,

Lies came from my heart,

And yet they still believed me,

Despite my defects

My lies began to kill them

And poison their minds and hearts

Until we were all buried

Beneath the black, sooty mess my untruths had cultivated

I had caused all the suffering,

And I had to correct it all

Determination had never been so strong

The night I saved my

Friends

From my own tangles lies

I sought them one by one,

And opened their hearts to the light

That had penetrated mine:

Truth

It was different for each of them,

The first was easily opened to the truth,

The second was grudging in his acceptance,

The third fought me with her sheer will, and lost

We were all saved by Truth

My friends and I

Are closer than minds can think,

Hearts may be able to understand,

But my friends are truer

For their allowance of

My request for forgiveness

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