Even when they meet us, they pass without a greeting;
These very friends; our food had been eating.
Those who were very close to us and our relations;
Now, have decided to change their stations.
Those for whom we bore the brunt of neglect,
Are today, pessimism personified and perfect.
For those who we gave up half our lives;
The result was just a bundle of knives.
How we regret the day we met,
Today, we just regret & regret.
However, we did learn one thing;
Friendship is not the song that everyone can sing.
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