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Jul 2014
Fake a smile, 'life is great'
I'm totally not, full of hate
For how much I've failed, how much I've lost
I fell in love, I guess this is the cost.

So I fake a smile, pretend I'm fine
Stop thinking about, when you were mine
and I was happy, and I had you
with your **** laugh, and eyes so blue...

But now I sit, and think of us
And work out how my life adjusts
To lack of love, of angels, of you
I've no idea what I'm going to do
Yes I know your eyes aren't actually all that blue, they are kinda grey, I never quite worked out how to describe it....Oh well
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   --- and Hayley Anders
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