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Feb 2020
Bloodied knuckles, and a bleeding wrist
Waves of a feeling, I haven't missed
I thought I was done with feeling this way
I thought I was over crying everyday
It's just as bad as it ever was
It never ends it just goes on pause
Hurts for the reason it does every time
Hurts in the way that makes me rhyme.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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