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Call me. We don't even talk no more, and you don't even call no more. We don't barely keep in touch at all, and I don't even feel the same love when we hold no more. We've been down. Can't be true. Nothing changed. For the life and vibrant side-by-side wherever you would ride. When Ronnie died, he was right by my side. Due to wipe my eyes in the bucket to catch every time I cried inside it. You even had the same type of time. But I didn't. Sometimes I just want to know why is it to do some came in yours, mine not survive it. You ran the three Pine Nine to five we grew up. We were part of the time went by. Those are mine. Grabbing. You're cold. Your eyes is the look of resentment. I can sense it. Not like we don't even talk no more, and you don't even.