slip n slides
Friends are a slippery slope
Filled with true and false hope
Hanging from the sky like rope
No its always hard to cope
Without being able to grope
Or grasp
Or hold
When your in a tug of war
It can be a chore
Choosing sides
Burning bridges
It irritates
And itches
Like getting bit by midges
But sometimes you just have to
Create some distance…
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