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This is it, what we call world. I told ya, some of your friends maybe just friends. Not more. Call ya while need ya. Text ya while need ya. But they will run away when ya need their helps. Such a jerk.

Sometimes, they look so nice in front of ya. Smile so widely. Wink and Laugh, and many things, and bla bla bla... But deep in their hearts, who cares with ya. They don't need ya at all. They just need your abilities. How pity ya are.

This is it, what we call world.