My archived friend

I have neither gold nor silver to give you
Neither one would serve your purpose
But...
I'm happy to be part of you.
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I have no title or a background of the well known
You accept me, as I am
In fact...
None of that is matter to you
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When I met you I was bruised
My heart was grated from abused of the dear known
With your helped, I sustained my burdens
And I jotted down, all that bothered me on the inside.
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Then when I trusted in my faux friends with secrets of the deepen treasures
They turned around and spread them like world glorified
My inside feels so worthless for having trusted such untrustworthy foes.
But what else can be done I'm not the kind that harboring grudges.
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So to you I turn, within the pages my words are archive
They heal my worries each time I read back at them
They are as safe as angels above seven skies
And sable below deep blue sea
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For I have neither gold nor silver to give you
But you turn around and give me peace
My relationship with you will remain always
As long there's pen around for me to cast my thoughts.