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(Verse 1)

(C) Worn down road, same old turn

(G) Wind through the willows, a lesson I learned

(Am) This weathered stone, your name etched in grey

(C) Wish I could rewind, hear your laughter all day

(Chorus)

(C) Dad, I came to see you, (G) skies are turning blue

(Am) Just wanted to tell you, (C) I'm thinking of you

(Verse 2)

(C) Lay down some flowers, a splash of bright red

(G) Remember your stories, tucked safe in my head

(Am) You taught me to fish, you taught me to fly

(C) Now I'm standing here, with a tear in my eye

(Chorus)

(C) Dad, I came to see you, (G) skies are turning blue

(Am) Just wanted to tell you, (C) I'm missing you

(Bridge)

(Am) Silence all around, but I hear your voice say

(C) Don't you worry now, just go on your way

(Chorus)

(C) Dad, I came to see you, (G) skies are turning blue

(Am) Just wanted to tell you, (C) I'm loving you

(Outro)

(C) (G) (Am) I'll be back soon, Dad, 'til then, goodbye

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(Verse 1)

(C) (G) (D)

Summer heat hangs heavy, air thick with July

But a chill runs down my spine, a tear wells in my eye

First of July today, the one we'd celebrate

Another year you're gone, another birthday late

(Chorus)

(C) (G) (D)

Cousin, where'd you go? Feels like yesterday

We built forts in the backyard, chased fireflies in the haze

Stolen that September night, a life cut way too short

Left a hole in this family, a song with a broken chord

(Verse 2)

(C) (G) (D)

Remember nights spent jamming, guitars hung low

Strumming out our dreams, futures bright as the afterglow

We'd trade licks and laugh, sing out of tune and key

Sharing secrets whispered, beneath the old oak tree

(Chorus)

(C) (G) (D)

Cousin, where'd you go? Feels like yesterday

We built forts in the backyard, chased fireflies in the haze

Stolen that September night, a life cut way too short

Left a hole in this family, a song with a broken chord

(Bridge)

(D)

First of July sunrise, paints the sky with gold

Wish you were here beside me, stories waiting to be told

But the silence screams your name, a melody incomplete

A verse left unwritten, a rhythm lost in the heat

(Chorus)

(C) (G) (D)

Cousin, where'd you go? Feels like yesterday

We built forts in the backyard, chased fireflies in the haze

Stolen that September night, a life cut way too short

Left a hole in this family, a song with a broken chord

(Outro)

(C) (G) (D)

Happy birthday, my brother, wherever you may roam

This one's for you, my cousin, the song we'll sing back home

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#hellbound #crank #ice #drugs #life #hurt #meth #hotrail #donttell

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Dear Tara

I hope this letter finds you well. It's hard to believe that it's been 10 years since we last spent a birthday together. I miss you more and more each day, and I can't help but think about the memories we shared and the times we had together.

Do you remember the time we went on a road trip and laughed for hours at our inside jokes? Or the way we used to stay up late, talking about our dreams and aspirations? Those were some of the best times of my life, and I'll always cherish them.

As time has passed, I've come to realize that life isn't always easy, and things don't always go as planned. But even through the tough times, the memories of our friendship have stayed with me, and I'm grateful for every moment we shared.

I know that we've both moved on with our lives, and that we've both had our own experiences and adventures. But I can't help but wonder what it would be like to spend another birthday together, to laugh and reminisce about old times, and to make new memories.

I hope that this letter finds you happy and well, and that you're doing everything you've always wanted to do. I hope that you've found your passion and your purpose, and that you're living life to the fullest.

Most of all, I hope that you miss me as much as I miss you. I know that life can get in the way, and that we've both had our own paths to follow. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, and that I'll always be your friend, no matter what.

So, on this 10th anniversary of our last birthday together, I want to say that I miss you, and that I wish we could spend another birthday together. I know that life is unpredictable, and that we can't always control what happens. But I hope that someday, we'll find our way back to each other, and that we'll get to celebrate another birthday together, with laughter, memories, and all the things that bring us joy.

Until then, I

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I write here hoping that she will see….

Verse 1:

Ten years have passed, the memories remain

Feelings of love that I can't explain

A bond that's strong and growing still

The fire that burns, I know it will

Chorus:

Waiting for you, my love to come back home

My heart still burning, never felt so strong

Time can't erase, what we have come to know

Waiting here for you, my love to come back home

Verse 2:

The days go by, but time stands still

Every moment I remember still

The way you look, the way you smile

The way you touch me every time

Chorus:

Waiting for you, my love to come back home

My heart still burning, never felt so strong

Time can't erase, what we have come to know

Waiting here for you, my love to come back home

Bridge:

I can't forget, I can't pretend

That our love was never meant to end

I'm still here, waiting until

Your love returns and I know it will

Chorus:

Waiting for you, my love to come back home

My heart still burning, never felt so strong

Time can't erase, what we have come to know

Waiting here for you, my love to come back home

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“Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life, you didn’t settle for it.”

— Mandy Hale

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Hard dreams and a side of life

As the pain flooded my body, I struggled to make sense of the situation. I heard a car door slam and the squealing of tires outside. The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see a thing. I tried to reach for the lamp on the nightstand, but the pain intensified with each movement. When I finally managed to turn on the light, I saw the damage of the bullet wound. I screamed out in frustration and pain, struggling to control my breathing and heart rate.

As I sat there, trying to make sense of what had just happened, I remembered where I was. I cursed myself for falling asleep at her house, it was not my usual way of handling business. I also noticed that she was not in bed with me. I didn't even know her name, she was just a high-class prostitute to me. I had strict rules when it came to my business dealings - no getting attached, no first names, and definitely no getting comfortable. But I had let my guard down and now I was paying the price.

Despite the intense pain, I knew I had to act fast. I needed to find something to bandage my wound and get out of there before anyone found me. I slowly got up, the pain making it difficult to move quickly. I scanned the room for anything that could help - sewing kits, bandannas, hand towels, anything. I couldn't worry about infection at the moment, I just needed to stop the bleeding.

As I searched the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice the luxurious furnishings. This woman had expensive taste and loved the finer things in life. I couldn't believe that I was going to have to set this place on fire to cover my tracks. But I couldn't leave any traces behind that would lead back to me.

Finally, I found some gauze and ace bandages in one of the drawers. I walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, the blood staining the once pristine sheets. I carefully wrapped my wound and took a moment to catch my breath. The pain was still intense, but I knew I needed to keep moving.

I remembered that I had arrived on my motorcycle and my keys were probably in my jacket pocket. As I reached for the drawer in the nightstand, I found my cell phone and my wallet. In a moment of relief, I also found a bag of drugs - my last bag of dope. But I couldn't focus on that now, I needed to find my keys and get out of there.

I put on my jacket, hoping it would provide some protection for my wound, and checked the pockets. Nothing. But then I remembered my jacket was hanging on the doorknob and my keys were probably still in it. I quickly grabbed my keys and my wallet, along with the bag of drugs, and made my way towards the door.

But before leaving, I couldn't resist taking a quick look around. I stumbled upon a large medicine cabinet, filled with an assortment of pills. I grabbed some painkillers and quickly downed them, hoping they would take the edge off the pain.

With my mind slightly clearer, I started plotting my escape. I needed to disappear before anyone found me. But before leaving, I couldn't help but be curious about the door I had noticed earlier. I quietly opened it, revealing a luxurious bathroom with a large tub filled with bubbles. But my curiosity turned to shock when I saw her - the woman I had been with - lying lifeless in the tub, shot in the head.

I was struck with a sense of sadness, even though I barely knew her. But I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me. I had to focus on getting out of there before anyone else showed up. I quickly made my way out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, grabbing the bag of drugs and making my way out of the house.

As I rode away on my motorcycle, I couldn't help but think about the events of the night. I had broken my own rules and now I was paying the price. But as the drugs took hold, my mind began to fog again and I knew I needed to focus on my next move. I had to lay low and figure out who had shot me and why. But for now, I just needed to get as far away as possible.

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Normalize not forcing connections with people. If somebody doesn't see the value in having you by their side, don’t try to convince them.

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"Strong and wise people have past where they were weak and humiliated."

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“Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite.”

— Unknown

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