The Gift of Friendship
The gift of life
is also mans burden.
Cared for and treated like their own,
yet abused without consideration.
Used as a way to decieve,
and get what one cannot get
on its own.
Yet those who dont abuse it,
have much to gain.
No worry, no fear, and someone
to confide in.
Or so they think.
There is still worry, and still fear,
but you have someone
to share your worries with,
to share your fear and pain with.
It cannot be held by one,
but can by more.
The purest of heart will still
have troubles, though not as fierce.
Few realize what a gift this is.
The gift, of friendship.
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