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Oct 2015
Here I beg, for death's sweet release,
so I can finally be at peace,
and no one cares, and no one knows,
about unimportant feelings such as those,
of suicide, and of the end,
and a wasted life, I couldn't spend
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   Tatiana and mickey finn
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