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Blah You needed me to cry on
When Kenny shot himself
Right in front of an innnocent little brother
Who will probably never be "normal" again
You leaned on me for support
And held on to me tighter than ever before
As my arms gave you the shelter
I never thought I could give
But that was all a dream
A distant memory
To a boy forever lost
In his memories of you.
April 9, 2003
