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moving all the heavy luggage and furniture for the friend while the friend is away
I smile as I sweat, thinking about how the friend will react when he comes back
doing laundry and dishes when I go back home
thinking of all the days my mom did this for me
standing up against a crowd about a rumor of a friend
I think my friend will thank me one day
letting my friend win a race to cheer him up
in my head I say, 'I hope he feels better'
wonder how many times my parents, brother, sister, and friends gave me a thought in this way...
probably more than i can imagine...
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claiming my death and taking the death penalty that was meant for me
and to know... He was thinking of me
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| | Posted 7/6/2006 12:47 AM - 26 views - 4 comments
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