Everybody's bestfriend was the cause of the most painful hurt of their lives but truth hurts more, so it's best if we all dwell in denial and 'woe betide thee; oh thou alien bold enough to play the role of a true friend heartily.
Like the special offense that hurts us the most which we never get to talk about and remain friends who could push pillows late hours.
What is the essence of shared problem for sanity's sake when apart from me the only person you trust with your secret is the world?
Like the hidden truth behind every godly immortal and the mortal mind, life is a mystery!
But why is it so important to have friends if you have to fake the smile, bury the truth or forever be alone.
What is the essence of friendship when we can't guarantee at least fifty percent of the loyalty we give?
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