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Jun 2014
I've messed up, yet again
Don't know what I've done
But it's caused you pain.

My perfect angel, silent as stone
So I just sit, cutting down to my bone

I did something wrong, I've no idea what
or maybe I do, and I've just forgot

Not that it matters, 'cause she hates me now
If there's some way to fix this, well I've no idea how
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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   Hayley Anders, ---, huwriting and ---
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