Each time a person crosses the line between acquaintance and friend, the velcro between us interwine. Each interaction takes a part of me with them and leaves a part of them in me. Thus, I am shaped by the people I ever called friends. For without them, I am not who I am today.

Each time they smile, that part of me smile with them and each time they moan, that part of me feels the pain as well.

Though I know him not, I teared because I felt your pain.

This is for you:

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