Tell me like it is
When I am hurting and all weepy; don’t tell me to man up
Just identify with my pain
When I am wearing an ugly dress; don’t tell me it looks
different
Simply tell me it is ugly
If I am running with the wrong crowd, don’t tell me you
trust my judgment
Remind me that evil company corrupts good manners
If you are mad at me; raise your voice, scratch, bite and
kick
Just don’t throw a “quiet” tantrum
If we have to fight; make it a fair fight
Don’t call me names
Things may happen that may redefine our friendship; honour
the trust I had in you
Respect the thing I told you in confidence
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