There are people that come and go..... And say OH your my FRIENDThere are people that come and go .... And say My I borrow that.... And never see THAT what it is againThere are people that come and go .... That are alwayz there when you got some thing.... But time comes back and OH what the Fuck you want~ like that SHIT neva happenedTimes change and you find out wHo is there when you have nothing trying to give a HAND~THERE are people in life that are LEAVEs and others that are BRANCHEs Something comes along and they are gone like they were neva there. Those are the leaves Others that are there though thick and thin... And those are the branches........ I myself can count on one hand what branches help make my tree......... So you that read this dont take you Know what you R 2 ME and others........ you are Just Others.......... no this is not a poem it is just thoughts comming to the screen in front of you......