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Sep 2015
We never grow up,
inside all of us,
there is that small,
innocent kid.

I found him again,
and we cried together,
as we remembered,
how fragile we truly were.
Ben McDermott
Written by
Ben McDermott  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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