they were the friends everyone wanted.
and you thought you were the luckiest of all to have them.
but when the time comes, when you needed them most.
they vanished.
you were so scared, so alone.
no one was there to comfort you or just sit beside you.
all because of one thing you decide to do.
that is .....
.
.
.
to be a pretender.
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stop being one.
and start being yourself.

Be careful what you pretend to be, because that is what you'll become.

Life is not about seeing you in everyone else.
but in creating your very own.

It's hard to fail, but worst never to have tried to succeed.
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isnt it ironic?
we ignore people that adore us, and adore those that ignore us.
we hurt people that hurt us, and love those that hurt us.

What the hell is wrong with people? or is it just me?

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