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We Were Friends

by Anonymous

The roaring of the trucks were like screaming warning,warning,run!

When they stopped and got down with there ak-47 and the bullet proof vest tight in their chest ready for anything.

A big blunt burning really low in their mouth acting like if they were were normal people.

They sniffed 3 lines of white dust as if they were Tony Montana.

Remembering when we were “friends”,before they were holding ak-47,before having a bullet proof vest tight in there chest,before they became murderers.

Acting like they never knew or never have seen me in their lives,knowing we we like brothers always together.