What are we really doing here? Most times when it's good, it's great. But when it's bad, it's awful. Why can no one put their pride to the side? Why is everyone else's views what matters most? Why do things end up being awkward? As best friends, it shouldn't constantly come to this. It's like one of us is always doing wrong. Is that really what we fight for? To be right? To love the most? To survive together? Shit gets shakey and then Niggas give up. Love is about being there with the good times. The smiles, the laughter, the hugs, the embraces, the kisses ..all that good shit. But it's also about being there through the bad. The awkward. The tears. The breakdowns. The arguments. The tantrums. If you can't be there then, then what purpose is there. ...... ...........??
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