Being the Friend

Being the Friend

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I'm the friend. The one who she tells everything to. The one she trusts. The one to help her when she's down. I've handled it But sometimes I don't know what to tell her So all I can do for her then Is listen My friends have gone through so much. This is a book in my "I can help" that focuses on the friends of the victims. Because sometimes, they have the most weight on their shoulders. I'm the friend. If your friend is going through something, and you just don't know what to do or how to handle it any more, send me an email. Maybe I can help. My email: icanhelp2222@gmail.com
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"It's too much to remember everything and everyone, all pain and hurt is killing me day by day little by little. I wish I could remove all the pain and move on in my life. I wish I could find an eraser or Better a delete button, so that I could start from beginning, without any misery or pain." ......................................................................................... "Hey Eva, you know you can trust me, right? " He asked me again cupping my cheeks, I can't let him continue this. It had to stop now or it would be too late. I can't risk everyone's life specially his. If hurting him means, him being alive then I would do it without thinking. Again and again. "Eva are you even listening to me?" Noah asked moving his face closer. From this close I can even see the scar which he told me about, its just below the border line of his hair, it can be easily conceal but from this close its more real. His eyes, they are magical. I would love to look at them all the time and never get tired of looking at in them. No, I cannot do this to him, I can't be selfish, I have to do something this time. "No" I answer and walked away from him. .............................................................

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