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My best friend...

My best friend...

When my heart is broke, you're there to bring me in from the cold
You give me flames that I embrace, for this I don't feel alone
I try to battle through my troubles, because I don't want you to know
Not because I want to seem different, it's because I don't want to grow old

Hello to my best friend, my notes...

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Tony Taylor

It is within the well arranged phrasing.......where the deep melancholy comes alive...... and sets the tone for this MOST revealing piece of introspective wordsmithing!!.......Tons-O-stars!!......high fives bro!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo

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Wayne Stubbs

?? thanks very much Tony as always! You might find my very controversial piece called 'hear no evil, see no evil, speak no truth" quite interesting it's a very dark write but must be challenged at some point I think Tony, again thanks ever so much for your positive comment ??☮? brother ? 

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Richard Waters

:) Fine impassioned composition more than adequately stating the case of friendship, with its inherent benefits.
Good write.
:)

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks very much Richard, one and his thoughts wrote down, is the friendship itself, it has saved me more than enough times, thanks again Richard! ?

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