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Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

A Friend Is Someone


A friend is someone whom you can trust. I just wish that I had one true friend in this world who will always be here for me. Memories are shared, that is true but with a feeling that you can actually believe on that friend. Sadness is shared with a friend and not just joy. Many people are present when you have good times. However, in bad times nobody cares. If I had a true friend in my life then maybe I would be smiling more.

Submitted: Friday, April 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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A friend is someone who cares. A True Friend is someone who always remains and forever cares.

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