Good friend I hesitate to write memories
Was it in the 8th grade when we met
All the horsing around, playing hooky
Getting feels from the girls
You were pretty popular for a Japanesse
I said you were exotic, I should have been
Kinder to you. I taught you about the fish tank
You were kind, and lonely and then
Your drugs, that finally killed you.
I miss you.
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