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Oct 2015
It's hurts to know that you are gone,
and now every word I say is wrong,
I can't even be your friend,
I just wish that it would end.

Part of me wants to take my secrets back,
and let the blood bleed onto black,
but I promised I'd never do that to you,
so here I am. Trying not to.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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