We used to get high and float away like birds we both had fathers who loved us the wrong way I'll never forget the day you dissappeared how sad i felt when you weren't near we shared a girl she's still my best friend and you'll always be her first love it makes a month today that you've been gone and jay jerome i just wanna say we'll get those mother fuckers back one day you'll see from your peephole in the sky
Reason for writing:
one of my best friends, jerome was murderd by these gothic kids. read Playground by La Cuba (me) if you want the full story
Birth sign: Aquarius
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