My Friend

When I say I have a friend
I mean he’s the only one who knows
about his existence
We rarely socialise with the outsider
world
as we have a very tight secedule
during the week
we eat almost
6 meals a day
and then we get stuffed
and blame one another for wasting
our money
but then we get hungry again
and we eat… not necessarily food
Sometimes, we eat feelings
In our world, our breakups are a sober
reminder of our ability to break hearts
On Sundays, we read books
All kinds, but we read novels with favor
perhaps because we like imagination
My friend is always there
if I needed to feel lonely

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