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by Marissa Methanphetamine Mar 8, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
He held my hand, he always knew when i was down, and when my mistakes were silly, he would find a way to understand. To help me out, he would walk that extra mile, just so he could see me happy, just so he could see me smile. He took me out to dinner, By that drunk driver he got hit, I should have been there, to be his first-aid kit. Everyday I think about it, Everyday I cry, That night plays in my mind, That night I should have died His angel is always near me, Never is he far, he helps me when i see, that same person, that same car...