With friendship there comes
Trust and expectancies
That someone will pick up when you call
That someone will catch you
When you begin to fall
A trust that is built
Iron clad and unwavering
None of your secrets loose
No matter the quavering
But someday, somehow,
The dam lets loose,
The secrets flow
The call is never picked up
And you only continue to fall
Are all friendships doomed to this?
Or is it something hidden by a deep dark wish?
A deep down want,
A sabotage against oneself?
















Devious Comments
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I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
Those who dance are called insane by those who can't hear the music.
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Dr. Wilson: Is there a light somewhere that goes on when I have food?
House: Green for food, orange for beverages, red for impure thoughts. That bulb burns out every two weeks.
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Dr. Wilson: Is there a light somewhere that goes on when I have food?
House: Green for food, orange for beverages, red for impure thoughts. That bulb burns out every two weeks.
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