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Jun 2015
And my heart screams 'leave me alone'
but a smile protrudes my mask of stone.
Everything hurts, beyond belief
but it's the happiest, kind of relief.
And that is the paradox you,
I don't want to talk, yet I love to.
Just an old poem I found in my English book
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   Zoe McLaughlin and Leyla Jude
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