My Friend

Since the maiden drop
A loosened inhibition
The excitement of the pub
At the fragile age of 17
Your social construct
Helped me define peers

A tool to identify
While cohorts binged
Throughout the dorms
Decisions made me cringe

You provided warmth
On blustery days
Helped me cope
In dire times

My friend my friend
It’s time to let you go
Your lose morals
Have taken their toll

Some prophesize
A boring road
They still hold this friend dear
But he is depressed
With anxietal woes
I lose sleep
Over the things he’s done

Not knowing he’s burning bridges
When I am trying to build

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