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Nov 2014
The drink stopped clouding

The chemicals stopped hazing

The pins stopped heightening

The blades stopped clearing

The poetry stopped calming

I need him
                    a new distraction
                                                    t­o make me
                                                              ­            forget everything that
Hurts
I can't
Can't
Can't
Can't.
- - -
My new distraction is anything but. He's an old heartbreak.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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