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Jan 2014
We were meant to be friends.
Little did I know,
When I saw that little weird,
And awkward,
And antisocial kid,
Sitting on the bus back in 7th grade,
Listening to his music,
That he would turn about to be my brother.
A guy that I love to death,
And owe my life to.
To Mastin Stanley
Love
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   Francisco DH
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