I lost my best mate six years ago I never got to tell him how i felt
I loved him wiv all my heart every single part
he killed his self that was the hardest why couldnt he talk to me
was it really that bad he wanted to be free
my sister says i should be over it but how can I im not about to lie i dint want him to die
I sit and think of him and what we used to do and it makes me laugth and cry but i ges this my way of saying good bye
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