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Friendship
A bittersweet feel,
Loneliness at best.
You feed me attention,
When it suits you most.
Once adressed,
Messages are left ignored,
And yet you boast.
With a want for attention,
You come to me in tears.
I appease,
For only you to confirm my fears.
A cycle it seems,
You want and I please.
A ridicoulous thought,
As if I,
Could perhaps ask for you to appreciate,
To not face me with willful lies.
