You were feuding with my best friend
About a year ago.
Before, you asked to see my writing,
But I never let you know.
You and I were on the track team
Until two-thousand-three.
Before, you were my bandmate;
Before that, a friend to me.
You were my reason to get out of bed
In nineteen ninety-seven.
I expect the pattern to continue.
One day, you'll be in heaven...
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