A true friend...

A true friend...
-Accepts you as you are
-believes in you
-calls you only to say "hello"
-doesn't give up with you
-admires all sides of your personality
-forgives your mistakes
-helps you
-encourages you to try it again
-makes a difference in your life
-says nice things about you
-offers his/her support
-understands you
-tells you the truth
-never judges you
-explains things you don't understand
-walks by your side
-calms down your fears
-shouts if necessary, if you don't want to listen
-raises you spirit.

- Unknown
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Posted: Jun 2, 2014
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A true friend...
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friend

my friend i can count on you. every second every minute every hr every day every year. you never leave my allone i can trust you never lie to me i can be who i wannna be my dear friend my own best friend
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Posted: Jan 20, 2014
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friend
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MY SPECIAL SON

my special son you try everyday to understand the world by your way i know it is not Always easy for you how many times i did fight for you for a place in this crazy world how many times i need to explain strangers who u are they judging you before they know you how many times i stay on your bed to dry your tears because you dont know the world behind you damn world but remember Always i love you the way you are not how you look i dont care i hope 1 day you wil find your way in this damn crazy world son i love you
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Posted: Jul 21, 2014
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its about my son
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With english muffins, I spread your butter

My doggy is shivering, so send him a sweater

when houseflies ruled the world....

With english muffins, I spread your butter
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Posted: Jan 15, 2016
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My doggy
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Hey, what's that creepy nighttime sound?

Hey, what's that creepy nighttime sound?

In the sky, youah flyah

Come and see Half-Life, you'll like our sound

And I got a nice flew with yah!
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Posted: Apr 2, 2016
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Hey, what's that creepy nighttime sound?
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Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the cent

yet in the cellar my pet still swelters

And before I know it, I have fallen into the cloudy yesterdays of mt mind.

Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the center.
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Posted: Apr 1, 2016
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Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the center.
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I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.

Cuz beauty is something so rarely heard

I truly am, I am I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
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Posted: Mar 27, 2016
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I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
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Dadadaadada....WORK IT out!!!

A clunk came from above

it has no taint, hence it a herring?...No, a trout!

A message from the Gods above?

Dadadaadada....WORK IT out!!!
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Posted: Feb 20, 2016
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Dadadaadada....WORK IT out!!!
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while on the walls the clocks read noon

while on the walls the clocks read noon
of on while After that's aching Come I'm in as pain. true. it
in a box, and leave it behind a nice ox And I'd rather be grey,
but I can't speak for you. and then eat it and get the pox Grey
souls, Grey shoes I've even got grey blues. Finish the day with bagels
and lox We shouted "Turn down the music. It's too damn loud!" but
that and forgetteth where exactly i put it
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Posted: Feb 5, 2016
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while on the walls the clocks read noon
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lonely souls

so many lonely souls looking in front of there screen watching and waiting for things and hoping or maybe it is only a dream days hrs weeks month some maybe for years waiting and waiting for that other soul
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Posted: Jul 3, 2014
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lonely souls
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monkey

monkey

and think of things that might've been

I noticed the monkey may have the key

but that is better than green.
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Posted: Jan 22, 2016
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monkey
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Life, full of problems

So, do I, young vagabond, this Rolling stone eschew Not anyone
fnord other This rolling cashew I do. After sufficient distension of
the mighty and wise, and wage war on their point-proper diction
Life, full of problems, is hard But are we sure that this is the life
we want to live. As when you ponder: mow the yard? And finally decided on a solution so saline
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Posted: Jan 20, 2016
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get a decent view but i gotta talk to my Father.
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