Whenever my friends say
We are your true friends
Emotional blackmailers
I award them this term
Don’t I know who they are?
I tolerate their selfishness
Can never tolerate betrayals
Every day make one friend
Three years only a thousand
What about other Six Arabs
I regularly revise my selections
Erase or distance them very soon
On its own vacancy gets advertised
A get hundreds of applications
This time I aim to choose the best
This is the only sacred relation
Whether a child or an orphan
Everyone at least have friends
If they can’t make us feel happy
Why shouldn’t I try, Who can
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