Problems? Puhlease

Do you have problems?

Tight situations?

Unfinished thoughts?

Well so do I, so stop your whining

You never ask how I am

You are to attached to yourself

Be nice

Be polite

If I ask you how your doing, you better ask me back!

I'm tired of hearing your thoughts all the time

I've helped you enough

Now it's your turn to help me

Isn't that what friends are for?

The End

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