Thought I found a friend,
Who knew my weaknesses
And the problems I've dealt.
He understood my wonders,
And listened to my dreams
He listened to how I felt about love and life.
And knew what it all means to me.
Not once did he interrupt me,
Or tell me that I was wrong.
He understood what I was going through
And promised that he'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend,
To show him that I care,
To pull him close to me and let him know
That I need him there...
I went to hold his hand,
To pull him nearer to me,
And realized that this perfect friend I found
Was nothing, but my Fake Belief....
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