Pick your friends. There are those who would call themselves friends and those who act like friends (and those that deserve no friends). Cut loose the ones that make you feel less than yourself. Less than you could be. And the ones that stay up with you into the wee hours of the morning? The ones that indulge in your quirks and forgive your mistakes and overlook your imperfections? Those you keep. For as long as you can. Until you change and grow and change and grow beyond what you are, who you are. Beyond what you ever had in common. And what's left is nothing, because what was is intangible and frail and requires constant care. Constant. Attention. Are you listening?

Pick.

Your friends.

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