FLAWED FRIENDSHIP

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They call you insane

They called you brutal

They called you impossible

They called you a maniac

They called you a troublemaker

They called you a drunkard

Yet here I am,

Always right at your side

They called me crazy

They called me mad

They called me childish

They called me useless

They called me disgusting

They called me a fraud

They called me a weakling

Yet you were there,

Always holding my cold lonely hand

They say we're outcasts

They say we're imperfect

They say that we're freaks

But that's why we're together

Our friendship is one of a kind

As if it was an unbreakable oath

We were there for each other

Holding hands even at our worst

Walking forward with our flawed friendship

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