picking up the pieces
of fallen friends
and gluing them back together.
Eventually the glue will melt
and once more they will crumble,
but I will pick them up again.
If only to see them smile.
and again, amazing.
so chilling and real.
stuck in awe and confusion(:
Well, whether we're a good friend or not is in the eyes of our friends. Of course, we could be a lying little b-word and they wouldn't know, but they still think we're the greatest, until they find out. I'm sure that's not the case in this scenario, but it's sweet that you would write it for them.
Btw, I wrote an article titled "Trying to fly but my wings are too short" about my friends, just in case you're interested in reading it...
Oh yes. I believe very strongly that I am not a good friend or a good person. I'm certain my friends know this (except one or two).
I will go check it out right now!
Thank you, you two!
I'm good, thank you for asking. I'm actually very happy at the moment.
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