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Sep 2016
My friend, you tried going clean. But the drug had you hooked so bad that you didn't even come back to me. My Brother, why would you be so stupid? Why would you steal...? To pay drug debts? Why...? I broke down. I was in tears. Seeing the photos, watching your name come across the TV screen. Hearing people speak badly of my friend, buddy, Brother... It was to much for me. Now your home is a cell. The cold empty hole they like to dump you when you make a mistake. You left me here. I wanna call. I message you everyday.. I miss you. but you left. you stloe. you went to jail. Your gone and I'll probably never hear your voice again...
Erin Nicole
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Erin Nicole  F/Indiana
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