April 1, 2010
You make me feel like I can fly.
You free me from this broken life if only for a while.
You give me hope that things won't always be this way.
You make me wish I could stay here forever,
Feel this breeze through my hair
And the freedom of flying as high as the trees.
You, my friend, are my lovely swing.

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