Real Friends

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O Happiness, O Joy,
Where have you gone?
You were just here.
I seem to be forgetting you,
Having glimpses of the past
Where you were with me through everything.

O Sadness, O Anger
You welcomed me as if I were your newborn child.
Your cold, lonely embrace.
How I've grown to love it.
What real friends we are.
Oh, how you make me forget Happiness and Joy.
As if they were nothing to me.

But, I've heard of a friend of a friend.
His name is Death.
He takes people away from this cruel world.
I heard sometimes he hurts,
I heard sometimes he's gentle.
Oh, how I've longed to meet him.
How I've pondered how Death would be for me.
But, only when Sadness and Anger aren't around anymore.
And when Happiness and Joy are nowhere to be found.
This is when I long for Death the most.
When there's Pain.
Pain has become my best friend.
Always there, even when I don't want him to be there.

But, something happens,
And Happiness find their way back.
And it's as if my other friends didn't exist.
That's why I haven't met Death yet.
Death doesn't want me anyways.
Oh, how I'd miss my real friends.
I can't leave the behind.
Oh, how I'd miss Pain's sharp, bruising embrace.
And Happiness's warm, calming words
And Sadness's heavy, hurting chest pains.
I couldn't live without my real friends.
So I go another day,
Missing Death.

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