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May 2015
There is no point, all is dust,
my life will end, as all things must.
No feeling is worth the pain of life,
a pointless waste, filled with strife.
So with this blade I'll end it all
and into peace, I'll finally fall.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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