Song for Andrea
I wake up this morning and my dear friend Andrea is gone for now a broken heart like a dart..cutting right trgough the midle leaving bit and pieces scattered everywhere .... yes.... I thought I had a good sister friend...but now....a deep sense of batrayail...negligence ....out right cold...mean .
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I wake up this morning and my dear friend Andrea is gone for now a broken heart like a dart..cutting right trgough the midle leaving bit and pieces scattered everywhere .... yes.... I thought I had a good sister friend...but now....a deep sense of batrayail...negligence ....out right cold...mean .
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