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Poem: On loving your best friend. |
| She is distance. The truth shines through. The truth is, She sees no interest in you. Failure. Cry. Return to your endless musing. Wrap your brain around it all day. Wear it on your sleeve. Distance yourself. From your friends. From everyone. Find the answer. All folly. All vain. There is no answer. Not yet. |