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There are those who like you; some for who you are,
Some for what you are, others just hate you; for being you
In all these, love those that love, and pay none with hate

Some may avoid you, dread them like death
But smile with them, and begrudge them not.
Know that this thing, friendship, is funded by personal and inner motives
Rarely, some thrive on the essence of it; no strings and conditions.

If they avoid your way, dread them like a plague.
At some point in life, when we meet at the top
Or beneath or never at all,
To know life’s symbiosis— no man can do alone.

By Kombat Chris