Us, like best friends...
You... funny, happy, cheerful.
Me... sad, happy,...different.
Somehow, we end up on the same page.
but our paths became different as the pages turned.
I became negative...
while you became positive, even though you knew... you weren't really always happy...
I've noticed... but never said so.
I became exactly what you hated... but never admitted it.
I wish you would notice... but then again, our friendship is very important to me.
If I told you... would you be a real friend and accept it?
If I told you... would you hate me?
If I told you... would you be a real friend?
If I am scared to tell you... am I a true friend?
I love our friendship... and to take a risk like that is hard... should I?
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where my all my posibilities are on a page
this "journal" is a place where i say things that can and can't have reasons. btw try not to compare me with anything in comments.
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