So if I have to leave you,
I want you to know that in the end,
It wasn't because I stopped caring.
It was because you stopped being a friend.
Best friends are like diamonds, *PrEciOuS* and *RaRe* False friends are like leaves, found everywhere.
False friends are like our shadow,
keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine,
but leaving us when we cross into the shade.
Sometimes growing up
means growing a p a r t.
Best friends are like bread knives,
they can help you lots but they can hurt you badly too.
Notice: there actually is an end in friendship.
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