Years go by, you're happy and happy when you see your friends around you. One day your foot is hanging. You staggering. You're looking at it when you're about to fall, and there's no one other than two real friends. And you thank God for staggering.
Mom, Dad, you don't even help when you're in trouble. They're harder to believe. Relatives, friends, friends, you know, trying to hit your back. As long as people eat you.
Not our lives, but our friends. They do that in a certain way. They're not blushing. Selfishness always. Always tell me to me, always to me to me. Usually from our relatives evil, we have seen support from people we call hands. The enemy is always nearby. Don't look away. You know your enemy, you stay away. But God would bless the wells from the boilers.
My only wish is that whatever God thinks, God will give them the same. What's missing, what more. The same as the good and the bad one. God does not need anyone. Never let it be with the relative. It's not easy to forget the events that made our mark.
It needs some time. But the people who keep alive cannot forget. Don't forget what's going on, it's like living the same things again. Those who are fraudulent give themselves away very quickly but think they are not noticed. Let them think so. Good friend, bad friend is also known for the difference. Do not modify or attempt to replace.
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