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Oct 2015
It's too cloudy tonight, to see the sky,
and in this dark I want to die.
And oh my god that voice is back,
pointing out all that I lack.
Why on earth am I still here?
I've had no purpose for nigh on a year.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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