So loud the subtle cries of wounded hearts...
Soft whispers make mute tongues from silence break from true pretense.
Fake truth and envy starts.
Joyful tears and frowning smiles left in wake...
When lies do seek to show what's real indeed...
To save true friendship's stay to chance we plead
From my yfc friend a group message
i love it, its good right?
God
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