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Aug 2019
No matter how many miles I travel...
It doesn't matter how fast I go.
I will never out run my thoughts of you.
I haven't found the amount of drink to wash away or drown the pain.
My mind is cursed with thoughts of you.
Enough to drive me insane.
Written by
Rebecca
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