Friends may be scarce
When much of life is wasted
Removing said foot from mouth
But yet not to speak of the trials
And regrets that accompany speech’s
Sweet freedom
Worse things I have tasted
Friends come and go, with hope
The former outweighs the latter
And smiles erase
The self inflicted
Bitterness
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