When I Look at Life I think Of friends...the definition, not always there until the end.
Through movies and fairy tales there always was One of Those, but in my life Most of those are gone.
Friendship is one of those things that almost tore me apart. Loving them Hating them, how can I live without the pain in my heart?
I See through Life with a great expression living, giving, and loving all those who fear,hate, and destroy.
But Still I love those friends with Hatred But mostly I love them with the joy left in my heart.
The joy they gave to me, the joy they took away from me, and most importantly the joy I have now. Because even though life isn't one of those special little fairy tales, I'll still remember the fairy tale I had when we were young.
