I'm the vocal one. I'm the friend who tells you all. when I am sad, angry, and mad. I'm the one who speaks out because I kept quiet for so long. I'm the vocal one. I'm the friend who calls you to give you exciting news. I'm the friend who worries, frets and paces The one who hates when people are upset, but worst of all, I hate when the hate is directed at me. I'm the vocal one. It's a curse. I tell you how I feel, no matter what. I fear it's only a matter of time before you leave. For with these friends, I always fear When the time will come, when I know the truth. Broken, tossed aside so many times, waiting to be tossed again. Standing on the edge of a cliff waiting for that final push. Losing any real friends, as I fear the ones who are not and the ones I can't see.
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