I wish we could go backwards in time. Found out you were dead. Two years down the road I picked up the news paper. Your dreams didn't work out, so start over. You never did sadly. You always told me to reach for the sky, and I have. I came in and told them lies, just for you. The courts wanted you gone forever. You got in trouble. You and I, we go way back when we both were kids. I stare at our picture in tears and wonder what the hell happened to us. I open it up and find something. I'm cleaning out my attic when I see an old box.
4/4/2004
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