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I am your friend

Strangers, listen to me.


I want to get to know you

and I want you to get to know me


So the pictures and the words,

Those are for you to formulate

an idea of who I am to you. 


That's why there's a point to this.

You have a friend in the world,

That friend is me. 


I will never judge you

I will never meet you

But I care about you


and I want you to know that

The way you feel, I feel too

And maybe you don't have the right words


But that's what I'm here to help with

I'll scavenge for nouns and verbs 

to make sense of all the absurd

and retching emotions you have


I'm your friend but you don't have to be mine

Don't worry I'll be just fine


alone but never lonely, 

keep in mind that you

need to spend time, more

time with yourself, my friend. 


I am your friend, anonymously. 


Let's meet in a street and let me

hear you vent your sorrows, the ones

no one else will listen to. 


Stranger, I'm your friend and I am here for you. 

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