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Mates
The guys that hang with me
Are not the guys that you see
They’re people, but worse off than you
They may seem stupid or bad
But they don’t want to
They want to be the same
Not wanting to have a scumbag name
Like gangster or chav
Because the things that they have
Are better than yours
They have a bond
That will go beyond
Anything
Friendship
My mates have heart and soul
Whereas you have a hole
Emptiness fills you
Unlike us
Each and every one
Different but the same
To the end.
Bravo!
Bravo!
you make a sense..
you make a sense in this poem
Enjoyed reading again :)
Enjoyed reading again :)