The Swing
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The Swing. The place of great memories and terrible memories. But the best part is 4am everyday. That's what's so great about the swing. Hi I'm Jane. It's short for a name you'll never know;)! Anyway.... This is my story. On why the swing is so important and what makes it so special to me and him. Him. The reason I'm still here. The reason I still breath. The reason I flushed the blades. Zayn Malik. My best friend. My everything. I love him more then I have ever loved anyone or anything. Let's start from the beginning of this all.
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