Old friend, you wandered back into my life
And, It makes me all giddy inside
I love you, I love you, I love you
There is no substitute for history
I knew you when you were fucked up
And you knew me too
We were too young and crazy to hide our shit
I love that
There is nothing more authentic that not knowing you’re fucked up
And crazy as all hell
We laugh together
And sometimes we just laugh harder when we want to cry
Bad things and good things happen
I am glad to see your face again, Sister
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