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Fading Memory

Just as before we went out early in the morning, father and son, to the nearby field where our mighty oak rested upon the hill. The swing was still there. I sat down, you started pushing. I swung as the sun rose over the horizon.
I would ask you to stay.
But there was never anyone pushing. There was never anyone there.
You left so long ago.
You're fading away.

niixxz

@niixxz

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Aww love this :')

Thanks! It's lovely having

@annaa haha I'm really glad you like it :D

Hur kommer det sig att du är så duktig på engelska? 😊

@zainab haha jag är halvamerikan ;D

Hahahaha förklarar allt...

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