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Aug 2016
After it all, the one thing I know,
it that soon it'll be, my time to go.
To leave behind this world of pain,
and never have to feel again.
No more cuts that sting or tears that flood,
no more smiling at, the fresh drawn blood.
But all along, the one thing I knew,
was that once I'm gone, I'll just miss you.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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