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Feb 2016
I can't fight the thoughts I've had since the start,
can't hope to ease my broken heart,
but then the voice, it calls to me,
and reminds me that, I want to be,
so far far far away from here,
so far from love and life my dear.
It'd be so easy, if I were to try,
I could do it now, just up, and die.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   ryn and Elizabeth Squires
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