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Going, Going Gone - Friend


My friend is going, They come and they go, Yeah the wind is blowing, And im begging no, The sadness and anger has arrived, The tears are falling, Starting from the eye.. Whose name should I be calling, I feel it, it feels like pain, Hopefully the people reading this, Can tell theirs a flood where it rains, I love this friend whose like a sis, Yet my eyes are deceived, From the eternal and empty bliss.. From the pain from the scars, I guess this is my gift Ive received, From the far land called far, The day after tomorrow, She'll be gone and misplaced, But what friend will borrow, A few days,weeks, or years of her place. Shes a beautiful memory, a stunning friend, Hopefully she'll remember me, So we can see each-other then.
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BIO ( Cane Ridge High School (Class of 2014) (African American/Caucasian) My Stronger More Natural Skills: Communication skills, a gift for friendship, a powerful sense of justice, coolness under pressure and an ability to negotiate. Charisma, eloquence and empathy too. Also I have an eagerness to please, high degrees of patience, compromising, less egocentric than the typical individual, high degree of empathy, loyalty and the ability to see other people’s point of view. More successful at relationships, open-minded about sex and non-judgmental about others’ behavior. Last but not least I find myself to be robustly independent. In Addition, Not Timid . I just keep to my self . My confidence in front of people is above normal. People can tell me who they think I am, I know my self enough to confirm that . I'm definitely Patriotic . I can be very silly at times . I am a 'R'omantic . I know my passion and nearly my purpose . There is so much more to me . That's why they call me Nock_Knock.. I'm full of surprise. My advice has never failed..yet; Hopefully never. I am a perfectionist . Someone once told me " Bruh you're that one dude that is soft, but ain't a punk! "

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