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by Bradley Peter Nov 28, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / other
I once had a friend, Whom just loved to pretend, And hoped his manic dreams, Would never have to end, But as time went along, Something seemed quite wrong, And it became quite apparent, That my friend's mind was gone, What on earth to do? To help his mind get through, Without the padded walls, No one really knew, But the dreams in his head, Filled him with such dread, And on July the 6th '08, I found my best friend dead,