I choose my friends not by skin or any archetype, but by the pupil.
They have to have brightness questioned and and disturbing tone.
I am not interested in the good spirit and the bad of habit, I chose those that make me crazy and holy.
I don't wanna answer, I want my reverse.
To bring questions and anguish and hang on what's worse on me.
For this, just being insane.
I want the saints, for not doubt the differences and ask forgiveness for injustices.
I choose my friends by flushed face and the heart exposed.
I do not want just the shoulder, I also wanna their joy and sincerity.
Friend who does not know laugh together, does not known suffer together.
My friends are all wel
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