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Inside the home we built in our bed room, I sit in my chair. I think about nothing but you, about times we'll never again share.
The more I think the more lost I feel. Then sits in the loneliness and it brings with it a chill.
Each thought brings its own feeling, it makes my mind and heart both spin. All because the reality is I'll never have my best friend with me again.

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◄ The Gangsta and the Gentleman part 1

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