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Jan 2017
Foot on the pedal as far as it can go, inhaling what feels like my last cigarette. My mind is so far beyond forgiveness, all I want to do is end this.
With scars on my legs, and bags under my eyes, I sit in my car by the cemetery, contemplating wether to be with the silent and invisible or go back home.
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Clare udy  Te awamutu
(Te awamutu)   
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