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Sunday, March 25, 2007 . 1:27 AM

Those who put words in your mouth
Those who stab your back
They can never be trusted
Because their trust is lack

Those who are very free
Those who have nothing better to do
All they do is poison
And cause trouble for you

"Friends" who take what you say
They twist and turn the truth
They make you spitting mad
Until you hit the roof

"Friends" like these
I wonder,
Why I befriended them in the first place
Staring into space I ponder
Why do I even call them friends?

And again I wonder whether friendship is something that matters to me alot. Honestly? I'd say only about 35% or so.

Come on, I'm - I'm ... what do you call it? Intrapersona?