<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555578" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heart-Bled</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends are not my friends, <br>Not my friends anymore.<br>Betrayed, back-stabbed and grave-dug, <br>I stand heart-bled.<br>I see few in pleasure, <br>Drinking my blood for wine, <br>And they make merry, <br>Before my eyes.<br>What have I to say? <br>Nothing, but thanks.<br>Thanks to Him, <br>For portraying, who my, <br>So-called friends were.<br>Thanks be to Him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Santhosh+Vijayakumar">Santhosh Vijayakumar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555578" data-title="Heart-Bled de Santhosh Vijayakumar" data-description="My friends are not my friends, Not my friends anymore. Betrayed, back-stabbed and grave-dug, I stand heart-bled. I see few in pleasure, Drinking my blood for wine, And they make merry, Before my eyes. What have I to say? Nothing, but thanks...."></div> </div> </div>

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