Now in my life I am lucky to have a terrific and supportive network of friends, but that has not always been the case. When I was younger, a lot of my friendships were based on competition, jealousy, and insecurity. As you can imagine, that does not lead to healthy relationships. But it does occasionally lead to verse.
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Friends hate you
Friends beat you
Friends smack you when they need you
Berate you
They bleed you
They're goddamn jealous of you
They stab you
Garrote you
And quickly tire of you
They tell you
They love you
They'll always be there for you
They'll help you
They'll hold you
And eventually kill you
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