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Oct 2014
I go to bed each night, and cry myself to sleep
I wake up in the morning, and just continue to weep.
A physical reaction to the realization of fears
The total loss of everything, that's what causes these tears
Because I know it's stupid, but I'm in love
And you're still an angel, belonging above
Three days...
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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