Friends are there

to catch you

when you fall.

Like a tightroper’s


they break your fall

so you don’t hurt

yourself when you

lose your balance &

fall off.

In the company of


you find friends.

You pick (or

they pick)

& choose

those souls

who align

with yours.

Not everyone

do you want

to hang out


That’s why

I said:  You

pick & you


are chosen.

Shyly, you


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