I was frantically searching to find your voice, on this mix CD somewhere you guys made for my birthday. I couldn't hear you, or could I? Buried underneath three melded voices, and the rhythm of an acoustic guitar--there you were. I tried to tune in, but lost the frequency. Its been a long time, I really miss you... I have no idea what it is like to be living in your shoes right now, I know for sure It must be an agonizing struggle. I can't even comprehend it. But I do know this. You're the strongest individual I have ever known. I know you'll probably never see this, but I'm here. PB I'm here--and I love you. SO MUCH. I spent half of high school with you, enough to know that you're a fantastic person, and that you have shaped my life bro...
You can't have Fluff, or Jam, without Peanut Butter.
It keeps the bread together, it's the most important part...
Hang in there PB.
Shaka. We love you.
1 comments:
This made me choke up a wee bit :(
We love you pb
-Z
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