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Essay: "Friendship"by Douglas B.
For me I longed for friends and thought I had them, I lived on the street with 3 roommates who sold drugs. I decided to use them and all we did was party. I ended up trying to get more drug money after they got locked up. I committed an armed robbery with an unloaded pistol. I thought I was helping my friends. It turns out they weren't my friends and I hurt someone emotionally. I think about it a lot and pray for forgiveness.
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