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Old priviliged friend introduced to medicinal, He loses touch then on his hip are mini missiles, He said school was boring so he found a new way to have fun, Rollin with new guys that all have guns,
Dear Poetry, my old friend Here is a little story of how we began When times were tough, I was too Because I began to write you I put my pen to that paper and poured it out
I raise my voice for the one I miss who left me oh so long ago I know you will return to me soon my friend
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