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Jan 2016
It's kind of sad to think, that it's been a whole **** year,
and I still listen to this song, as the clock reads 4am,
and down my cheek still slides, a single lonely tear.

And I'm still sat here missing you,
and I still don't know what to do,
and I still tearfully miss,
that last so haunting kiss.

Still you're out there having fun,
or more likely asleep,
I'll sleep with the rising sun,
because in love I'm far too deep.
A year later I'm listening to the same song, and missing the same girl. Still, it's not like things are bad now, I'm just being stupid
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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