There you sit, laying in the ground. The tears I cry never make a sound. I sit in darkness now, and all by myself. The most selfish thing you could do you did it. You robbed your own breath. Was I not there enough? Was I not a good friend? You took my heart my paper and pen. I drink to for get and I smoke to remember. Your face is all I see, forever and ever . . .
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