boys to men, both grown on streets of woodridge, logan. you may have fell by my hand bit it was the better option. with eyes full of tears, I no longer know to look your mother and sister. but it was ultimately me that put you in the ground, my childhood friend. I'll miss you none the less. thou still can't look your mother in the eye. I had your name tattooed into my skin but I don't feel better.
(This thread is inactive and will enter a gap soon.)
