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Aug 2014
I looked at the water as I sat on the sand
There in the place where I once held your hand.
I thought about you, and I made my choice
And in my head I heard your voice
You spoke of the things that we once had
But now that you are gone I am going mad.
What happened to that future with you and me?
What happened to all the things we were meant to be?
What happened to the promises, the hopes, the dreams?
Now I sit alone trying to muffle my screams.
Because I had finally gone and chosen you
If only I had know you wouldn't choose me too.
Just the flow of my thoughts....
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   ---, --- and paper boats
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