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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about friends.  Cheers!

I stand alone.

I face my illness alone.

But no!  You are there my friend.

I can say to you things about every day happenings.

I can say to you what I can’t say to others.

I can reveal to you my deepest secrets.

Without bounds.  Without discretions.

Will I dare?

Even talking of the simplest things brings relief.

I converse with a fellow human being.

I converse and communicate.

I open the door and pull back.

Don’t flood her with information!

Stand back, only crack the door.

And let her hear the echos of your soul.

The echoes of your soul.