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Friends Til The End ... I Hope!

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Time 4h 35m

Reads 729
Votes 31
Parts 31
Time 4h 35m

lovelyparis9470

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Friends are there to support you, be there in a time of need or comfort. They have your back just like you have theirs when it's needed most because that's when it counts. Yall may not agree on somethings but hey nobody is perfect cant be mad forever. Watch as these girls test their friendship/relationships and see wat friends are for.

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Save me

I'm not like them. I can't relate to them, they can't relate to me. We grew up in diffrent households Theirs with lost of love, charm, paranthood and trust Mine is not alike. AT ALL. I grew up with broken glass everywhere, constant baby cry, abuse and death. I don't recognize love. I never had. But it's not my fault. It's hers, she's the reason of everything. Every step I took, every breath I made was for her And she crushed me down so I couldn't breath And even then I wanted to breathe. Not for me, but her.