Confusion.

Life entails hardship, heartbreak, losses.
Who you expect to be there, in the valleys, might be a surprise.
So treasure every friend, my friend.
They all are gold, worth every breath.
And if they leave you like a fool, your gold will be yours again.
For they are truly fools. Because you are gold, an in measurable treasure. I am soft and graceful. Full of acoustics, singing of love I believe does not exist. I don’t think you exist.

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