Friends or more? (L.R.H)
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What do you do when you lose your best friend and your alone in this world? When I needed someone to listen, he was there.
When I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there.
When I didn't need words and someone to hold me, he was there.
At least that's what I thought.
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