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May 2015
I once had a friend who when we always used to play, played dead
I used to think it was really funny, those memories stay in my head
We would run around laughing
Where we would always be catching
Each other, trying to the other
I know that there will never be another
One day, while I was waiting for him to come over
I received the news...
And I still tell myself to this day...
He's just playing dead...
Connor Buckingham
Written by
Connor Buckingham  Westfield, IN
(Westfield, IN)   
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