Friendship (Original Poetry)

Life creeps as I slumber
Deep asleep, tumbling down
Hard to stop
I'm on a roll
No use fighting
Trying to grab hold of something
Looking around,
I'm surrounded
But no one's shooting
I'm not dead at an end
It's just a bend
Good intentions and regrets
Become best of friends
As I forget the things
That make me real
Bonds of steel
Shall be broken
By a simple token
Heavy words were spoken
Promises are never broken
Forward my team
The path is chosen
And I have awoken!

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