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We used to walk together. You were my best friend. You tucked me in at night while mom was at work. You took me to Boston every week when I was a little kid. We'd take the train and just ride and get off randomly. You held my hand as I balanced on the curb so I wouldn't fall, but I can't hold on anymore. You've pushed me away with all of your
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