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SHE TALKS TO ANGELS
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
She gives a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna' make everything alright
Says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes the hair is from a little boy
And the cross from someone she has not met
Not yet
She don't know no lovers
None that I've ever seen
And to her that means nothing
But to me it means, means everything

When I first created this page, it was a tribute to friendship. I later realized that my idea of friendship, and the ideas of most of my friends, was a very different thing. Many things have been said and done that were hurtful on both sides of this relationship, but it is the good times that I chose to remember. I enjoyed Steve's friendship and intelligence over the years, and I am sorry that his companionship is not something that is still in my life for whatever reason. Instead of harboring the hurt and resentment that I could feel for Steve, I have chosen to instead remember the good times we have spent together, and the kind things he has done for me, such as allowing me and Scott to crash on his couch when we were 15 and 16 and had nowhere else to go, for buying me a Tigger watch I so liked at the mall in Arizona when he really didn't have the money for it, but I think the thing that I treasure most is the memory of his companionship when I simply needed a friend. I wish him all the best in his life, and hope that he has found happiness.

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