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I Have No Friends

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I have no friends,
why don't I understand,
that if I really had,
I actually might be glad.

Why can't I understand,
that I am very lonely,
friends are in the past,
and in the past only.

I would like a real friend,
someone who I could count on,
that would always help me,
and tell me when I'm wrong.

My past is my enemy,
my present is my challenge,
my future is my battlefield,
and I am just crying.





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