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I used to think I had friends, friends till the end, friends who would face and erase the devils in me. On so many levels in me I depended on them, and I befriended no on else, else my friends may become jealous. On Saturday nights, it�d be us in flight from a world with its back turned to our pack. Others avoided us as devoid of possibility, their sensibility restrained by their painfully sightless eyes. So we�d say our goodbyes and we�d fly on wings that only we three could see. But those wings faded, our friendship jaded but I am not bitter because I have been spared of friendship without care. For they do not care, nor can I bear to hear what they say behind me, to others but not me, because they do not respect me, because I am what they cannot be. I am an individual. Alone I stand and await my own time to stand in front of the world and say, �I used to think I had friends, friends till the end, but now I know that I do NOT NEED THEM.� |
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