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What does a friend define?
Be it undying love, or total loyalty? Ensuring company, destroying loneliness? For if it be so, then I have none. Those duplicitous drones who do me plague both day in and day out, nay they be not friends for they care only when I be in view. They think only of me whilst in the same room, or when a favor do they need. Though they are there but half the time and lonely am I now, their companionship doth push me on and keep me on stable ground. A friend need not be constant as a star of north nor loyal the day of death, they only need give you purpose and the slightest reason to live.
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