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Isolated near the edge of the park

I swung facing towards him

As he stayed in place

Dragging his shoes in the pea-rocks

I tried comforting him

Yet I knew his place in my heart kept shrinking

He said

You wouldn’t understand

Since you’re successful

I asked why

To which he said

Because you’re happy

I chose not to keep on faking a frown like his

Since after all he was right

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