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Bonds

its an afternoon like anyother but today is a day to make some decisions ..
whats the first time you called someone a  friend.. the first time you played tag,
the first time you had a studyaltogether for a moronic exam that you dont care for.
well this is usually how we form our bonds .. we form them along the way keeping nothing in mind .. 
well my bonds or friends that i made in school  are pretty much diffused in the past now  ... and have a few left ..
remember when the count used to go to " i dont know how many friends i have" and
 now its just a small meager number . 
the friends of my school are still tied to me or
more likely its just me tied to them ..but that is how life chooses to move .
The friends of school remain behind "in our pasts" while that in the future still remain  unknown ..
i bealieve those school friends were good coz  past is always sweet and known ..
and not another segment of my friends have been fated to become "My Past" ..
too bad i dont wanna loose them just yet..im not ready to say goodbye to them just yet  .
but those friends are now inevitably on their way to diffuse in the past like so many others .
few things remain unsaid and untold and
few faces still left to behold..
for those who stood by my parents when i was down ..
for those who laughed at my jokes ..although i wasnt a clown....
forgive me friends for you will become another part of my past ..
but i guess these bonds are always harder to sever
for they always remain with you   i cant sever those bonds .. so i'll just b a pile on :P 

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