Once I had to walk on a bridge. It was very high & I got scared. I saw a close friend on the other side, and called him for help. But he didn't come. Somehow I managed and crossed the bridge. There, I saw him holding the end of the broken bridge.. Sometimes, we think why friends are keeping quiet. He or she may not help you to cross the bridge..But, he or she might be holding the broken bridge for you... That's FRIEND!
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