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For what we use as distractions Are nothing more than just that They won't stop a heart's contractions Or aches when memories of past Are resurfaced Instead, they merely graze The mental wound Like a pack of hounds Tearing you to pieces And your temporary happiness ceases
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC
Distractions
For what we use as distractions Are nothing more than just that They won't stop a heart's contractions Or aches when memories of past Are resurfaced Instead, they merely graze The mental wound Like a pack of hounds Tearing you to pieces And your temporary happiness ceases
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC
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