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Oct 2016
When I say she's my rock, to the people I meet
For some reason they all, seem to think that that's sweet.
But no she is not, my foundation of stone,
Who supports and holds me, when I feel alone.
She isn't the constant, that keeps me sane
Because it's been a long time, and that girl she did change.

No for I am Sisyphus, and this much is true,
I'll never make things work with you.
But I am Sisyphus, it's what I do,
And I'm in love, with trying to
I hope I'm wrong. But sometimes it feels like trying to make things work with her, is like Sisyphus pushing his rock up that hill. I'll never succeed, but I've come so close, andΒ Β I'm in love with trying
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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