Friendship
I lay here, the prying eyes open me and they will see a mess of different letters.
These letters, they make not words, no emotions, no strengths, no weaknesses, they will open me and find
names.
The names of those that i have seen with a momentary glimps; and those i have known for my life.
They will see the names of all that have influenced me, for better, or for worse.
They will see me and find that i am nothing; They will find the names of the ones i know, and they will know that i am not myself, i am them and they make me who i am.
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