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This is not a poem like you've seen them before. It's an unusual one. Because I didn't really pay attention to the words having the same ending (sometimes it looks like it). It just.. went as it went, I just wrote on. It's not much. But it's kind of worth sharing. Thanks for reading.

Losing friends like a rose that loses its petals, losing contact like a rope that is about to snap.
A rope from the bridge of trust, which is fragile and weak, at any time it could collapse.
And then you fall into the deep chasm of something you have yet to know, even though you've been there before, multiple times.
Each time is different, you think as you start to climb up. Far, far away you see a light that shines.
But it's just a trap, in which you're supposed to step.
It's a good thing that you already know it's fake, because it got you good the first time.
It made you think everything would be okay again, everything will fall in line.
But that's not completely true, you know now for sure. You better keep climbing until you reached the bridge again.
Your hands are tired, your body's trying to hold itself up on your journey which long ago began.
Because you could've known it from the start, but you didn't believe your first impressions.
If you only did, who knows where you would've been. On the bridge, or in the distance?
In the distance you see after walking over the bridge which is fragile and dangerous.
But once you made it, you know it is true. Then you can say it out loud, so everyone could listen.
Listen to the sentence you have been wanting to say and be able to say again and again, the whole time.
"You are a true friend of mine".

Description
This is not a poem like you've seen them before. It's an unusual one. Because I didn't really pay attention to the words having the same ending (sometimes it looks like it). It just.. went as it went, I just wrote on. It's not much. But it's kind of worth sharing. Thanks for reading.

Losing friends like a rose that loses its petals, losing contact like a rope that is about to snap.
A rope from the bridge of trust, which is fragile and weak, at any time it could collapse.
And then you fall into the deep chasm of something you have yet to know, even though you've been there before, multiple times.
Each time is different, you think as you start to climb up. Far, far away you see a light that shines.
But it's just a trap, in which you're supposed to step.
It's a good thing that you already know it's fake, because it got you good the first time.
It made you think everything would be okay again, everything will fall in line.
But that's not completely true, you know now for sure. You better keep climbing until you reached the bridge again.
Your hands are tired, your body's trying to hold itself up on your journey which long ago began.
Because you could've known it from the start, but you didn't believe your first impressions.
If you only did, who knows where you would've been. On the bridge, or in the distance?
In the distance you see after walking over the bridge which is fragile and dangerous.
But once you made it, you know it is true. Then you can say it out loud, so everyone could listen.
Listen to the sentence you have been wanting to say and be able to say again and again, the whole time.
"You are a true friend of mine".