Friends that we knew so well fall by the wayside.

Dreams and ambitions have rendered them oblivious to everything but themselves.

Bonds that were once believed to be unbreakable shattered at the slightest touch.

Was it better to have been betrayed than to have been forgotten?

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Pushed to the limits we never knew,

we fought to hold on to the one thing we knew would be our rock, our foundation.

Time and distance is our enemy, the leagues between us the weapon.

Is it possible to triumph in the face of such a sinister foe?

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May you forever hold on to the belief,

that if all things on Earth ever came to be known as false,

our friendship was the one truth you could put your faith in

and forever walk safe through the mist and shadow...