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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Price of Friendship The air around me flows freely, Yet its breath brings no relief. I stand beneath the rain, My heart thumping loudly— Each strike resounding with worry, Like a heart about to fail. But still, I feel no pain. The rain caresses my skin... Yet I feel no warmth. My gaze is absent, My eyes unfocused, And yet—I continue to stare. The thought of friendship stirs within me. I wonder... what is a friend, truly? I weigh the price of it, And my heart quakes. Where does friendship end— And where does love begin? I mumble incoherently, Like a man in distress. “Friendship... friendship...” Am I worthy of it? Are they worthy of me? My energy drains, Weariness sets in, My vision blurs... And I wonder— Is this the price? A chuckle escapes me, Yet no smile follows. Must I carry both their fears and mine? Can I bear such weight? Must I follow them to hell and back, Their worries bound to me like a sack? All this—just because of the word friend. Does it mean I must stay until the end? If this is the price of friendship, What, then, is the price of love? Could I even bear it? Would I not crumble? Or am I simply afraid to commit? Was friendship always such a summit? Still, I have no choice But to walk this path— For another. And if I were to break apart, Would they piece me back together? Or walk away? I do not know. I cannot tell. Yet, I pray never to see such a day. Drenched in rain, At last—I feel it: The pain. My will falters. I begin to crumble. Yet no hand reaches for me. Still, a smile forms— As I ponder my fate. Do I drop it all? Stop my own free fall? The thought crosses my mind... But I refuse. I shove away the off-switch, the fuse, And dive into other nightmares, While still embracing mine. All this... just for another.
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