The days of friends are gone
No more can a friend ask about you.
With all these we still care.
The love from the onset is always there.
They are now fame seekers
They only posts their images on fine glasses.
No longer can you hear their voices
Though you love to hear them everyday, they are mute.
They are now pretenders of riches.
Now is the time to start your own revolution because as you stare at them, fascination may overshadow you.
From the Poem Book of Victor's Oright.
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