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There are friends and then there are friends who pretend to be friends so that they can chastise you and bring you down with their "friends" who they also "discuss" with other friends who they also pretend to be friends with.
Why?
Is this a desperate cry for attention or pent up insecurities stemming from the need to be liked because of said insecurities?
Claiming to know onself when the truth is that you know nothing about yourself. You haven't even begun to scrape the surface of what could possibly be the truth.
How can you claim to be a friend and you don't even know how to be you?
Running from one niche to the next, acting like a chameleon while masking the very essence of your being. 
What if the friends you pretend to like gather and have a discussion about the discussions you have about each and every one? Will you be proud to say, I have been real? Or will you cower in shame and walk way. Guilt stricken in disbelief. Or simply smile and cover the facade with a never ending lie about the truth. Who are you?

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