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I call them friends, they call me fool. I make them happy, they lie to my face. They are in my heart, I am in their thoughts. They exist in my daily mind and prayer, they friend me when they see me. I call them friends, They live with me. They live behind my back. They are still my friends ***I guess they think I don't know*** #TheLivingPoet

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