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Jan 2012
some day i'll scrub out this old blood
the perpetual scab
the note that tugs the strings of my heart
wonderful, joyous memories
bring only sadness, inadequacy
but not true sadness, just a longing
for things that could have been

familiar sounds
emotions connected
part of a mess
massively overlooks
still searching
when we know
what we've already found
Written by
Josh shuman
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