What friends are friends? I cannot know.
Those that you make in prison are not on the outside.
Those you make while drunk are not while sober.
Those you make while rich are not while poor.
I'm scared the sad fact is that when it comes down to it;
All friends are a convenience of the moment.
Scared I say because I have always prayed, thought and felt that it was otherwise.
There are good people, yes. There is compassion, charity, selflessness, and help. But all of it is fleeting and then it's just me, and God.
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