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May 2014
Body shaking, heart pacing
fingers drumming, mind racing
Anger like this, you should fear
Anger where my mind is clear

There's no buzzing in my ears
and I'm not on the verge of tears
I' love the way my mind's alert
Soon you'll be in a world of hurt

She gave me up, to be with you
This is something I want to do
But it's not something that your worth
In that way, it's like your birth

So go now, run boy
Be her pretty, little toy
I honestly don't even care
In the end, it's her pain to bear.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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   Hailey
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