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Sep 2015
We sat on a bench in a park,
and cried.
We cried because of how hard life is.
I cried because the space that separated us,
finally affected us.
We swung on the swings together,
Like the best friends we will always be.
We laughed our hearts out,
and we called eachother by our nicknames,
Nachodynamite and Youngsniper.
Dylan Casey
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