What I Lost and Want Back

Friends are the souls comfort

Old friends. I hate losing friends. Whether you simply drift apart like autumn leaves blown by the wind or you end up having an argument and let it rip you apart, friends are the cushions on life's sofa, it would be bloody hard without them. Friends are the family you chose for yourself, however cliched that sounds. True friends know you better than you know yourself, they know the inner workings of your soul. You can open yourself to friends in trust, you can reveal your Self and not be judged. At least, friends, true ones, love you anyway.

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