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Jun 2014
Isn't it funny we dealt with it the same way.
We ran to woods at the end of the day.
I was the one who talked to you the whole while
And I was the one, who helped you reclaim your smile.
Yet when I when I ran off, there was a cruel twist of fate
Because off to go find me, went the girl that you hate.

And I hate her for it.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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