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    love thyself

    I have many many friends And a few who I call the best ones Those chosen few who are and were The pillars of my happiness The rule for my smile And the formula for my joy. My friends were my life. There is one to whom I am the glorious past, That stands in ruins today, Maybe I was his love, maybe he loved me. Maybe there was a point in time, when his heart beat for me. And I broke it as hard I could, And I made him cry, So that I can weep when he smiles. Now he lies and audience To the sad performance of…