This week in my philosophy class, a question was proposed:
What is friendship?
I once had a "friend" who used me.
But in return, I used my friend.
We both thought the other one didn't know.
(She totally didn't.)
You see, she had a pool.
And any person who lets me swim in their pool
is a true friend of mine.
Except if they turn on you
forever because of certain insecurities.
Whatever, at least I got to go swimming a few times.
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I hope the pool was heated.
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