(Basically Crowley vs. Castiel's POV on the subject of friends.)
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Friends are filthy varmints that can ruin our lives
Holding us back with claws dug upon our sides
Just another encumbrance, just another obstacle
They entertain you for a bit then put you through hell
"Friends" are just useless, they are but throwaway minions
They're an impediment to your goal, a manacling emotion
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Friends are the loyal people that can save our lives
They will always be there, fighting by our sides
They're gallant companions, a helping hand as well
They are the people that can pull you out of hell
Friends are very important, I'll put their sake over mine
And I'll gladly choose their safety over winning every time.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PuisiSupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
