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Oct 2015
In my head rings the call, of my swiftly beating heart,
and I find my thinking, way back to the start.
Had I known the future then, what would I do?
Because the pain of loss, was a lot to go through.
But I like to think, I'd have still chosen this path,
though many wish otherwise, and on their behalf,
I will say this much, and this much only,
though so much has changed, I'll still die being me.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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