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Apr 2016
I've run out of luck,
it's just not fair.
I reach out,
and you're not there.
But just for a moment,
I had some hope.
We could just be friends,
and I could cope.
But then you left,
once again.
And now all there is,
is just more pain.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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