Mark

Mark he is my best friend/ brother. We have known each other since he was 9 and I was 10. Mark was so young and innocent with his gold hair like the strong lion I knew he was. We had been through a lot together. I began to to mature and unfortunately, we began to grow apart. Jealousy sparked between Cathy and him. They both fought for my love and attention. As I reminensce of the great times we had I sometime regret turning him in to the cops. I knew it was the right thing to do, but the decision, it still burdens me. All I can say is that was then this is now.






I Miss The Great Times

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