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Watching swings in the wind swaying, ghostly sadly empty chains creak with no laughter to drown the sound it carries like screams of all the children who pleaded to never ever grow up.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
playground ghosts.
Watching swings in the wind swaying, ghostly sadly empty chains creak with no laughter to drown the sound it carries like screams of all the children who pleaded to never ever grow up.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
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