Who is a friend?

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Who is a breath of your soul,

Now and then who calls you an asshole,

Who doesn’t depend on your status,

Who always plays a secret role,

Always ready to ruin your easy smooth life,

When sometimes you wish if you had a knife,

Who never lets you be alone,

Lets you feel that you are a precious stone,

Every time who kills your privacy,

Who makes you feel ordinary, does not let hover the primacy,

Sometimes makes you feel extra smart,

And when you fly, kicks your ass so hard,

Who is always there to break every fucking trend,

That creepy breed is called a friend.


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