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3.08.2015

:: Friends ::




My friends are those who honor my other friends, and they recognize what I have to give to them, not what I don’t. My friends understand me and my need for solitude once in a while and have no interpretation of their own for it. My friends are those who are okay with my silences and my noises. And in return, I try really hard to be that kind of a friend back to them. But, I've got to admit I'm a hard nut to crack. How 'bout you? 


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