Everyday something happens
Whether it's tragic or not
It's just the reality
Friends are slowly turning
And we just have to keep learning
Not to turn on family
Because they'll be there
They're like your skin
They'll be there through thick or thin
Some friends you can trust
But knowing which ones is a must
For life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
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