My friend, My judas

There are those friends of yours…you have coffee with, and over some conversation they become your closest companions.
You love them.
You believe they’re granting you happiness, and thus you award them happiness in return, the amount of happiness you usually imagine giving to yourself.
You invest time trusting and believing them…
They believe you… and prove to you they care, more than you can imagine.
Those friends of yours, you live with, spend all your years trusting. While, you hardly know anything.
Until they possess you, strip you, starve you, sell you, dispose you, torture you and crucify you.

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