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::: My Friends? :::

I buy the sweetest drugs that cheep labor can afford,
when family diss-approves, I tell them Hit the door.
When I am stripped of pride and My knees hit that floor;
I grin and swear and vow to them all, up yours.
These are the signs and sins that I learned from my Friends.
These are the trials and Tribulation that show no end.
These are the realities that I have learned to love to pretend
and this is the game that no one wins. I live behind a mask so dark-that the Sun in its zenith could never part. But it's ok, because today my friends are there to support my way. My friend, the anchors that hold together my dreams that have become so dirty I cannot wipe them clean...

Written by: ~ Sweetwords