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Jul 2013
And as time passes by slowly,
I remain swinging, back and forth, higher and higher.
Tilting my head backward, I let my hair flow in the summery breeze,
every bad thought disappears for a while and I smell the scent of freedom.
Written by
Zoe Robert
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