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May 2014
You gave up on me, and now you are back.
Even after knowing, how much I lack.
Though I must admit I liked being free.
Free to be the old, terrible me.
But I won't miss that not at all.
Because yet again, in love I fall...
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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