for my words are sharp spikes
for without heart, you are not human,
without sympathy, means you cannot embrace empathy,
this world is large, but you have to lean on,
without a friend, you have no happiness,
Difficulty arises, for none was born perfect
Roads get rough, for if slippery vehicles will overturn,
you have to speak to your soul,
you need friends, as many as more than you can withstand,
They act as your true saviors
Think why you were born with me,
think why you have people around you
without friends you are like, ship without captain
search your soul, you cannot stand alone
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