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by Jo Apr 19, 2005 category : Friendship, family / goodbye
It's not our fault I never stayed clean. I used to be better never flailing or mean. Like someone fired a shot. I was now someone hot. Trying my hardest to get the goods. Until I tripped up with the wrong hood. Now your more important, than some dumb act. I miss you my friend. Please come back*