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Nov 2015
I rip the ******* veins, right out of my ******* wrists,
and I want to punch the wall, until so broken are my fists,
I ****** up and now I have no idea just what to do,
these poems are so pointless, now they're not being read by you;
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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