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by hatchi Feb 20, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
We meet when we were little ones we laughed and played and then we became friends not knowing the dangers around us together we shared when no onene cared for you were my friend and i was your friends oh no look at the time we got to go I'll walk you home we were a street away then you told me to go home so i watched you cross all of a sudden this thing came out of nowhere and then you were gone i never saw you again to be five again to answer the phone and hear your voice again not to be sad but to be glad with these memories i hold