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Time heals all wounds, cuts, bruises, broken bones, organs (specifically hearts) Time heals all of these with a force called love (tolerance) Medicine (alcohol) Prescriptions from your loved ones ("just get over it already") Or ("Find someone else") Time pushes decisions on you Do we fight for the past? Do we fight in regret's slow growing army? Do we only go down fists clenched? Or Do we waste away? Do I sit along the shore ( bedrooms, basements, classrooms, places I spend most time) and overlook my pretty little shells ( the best people in my life) Waiting for the shell I threw back (you) To wash up once again After all there are so many shells in the sea And so many shores
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
Sally sells love at the shore instead
Time heals all wounds, cuts, bruises, broken bones, organs (specifically hearts) Time heals all of these with a force called love (tolerance) Medicine (alcohol) Prescriptions from your loved ones ("just get over it already") Or ("Find someone else") Time pushes decisions on you Do we fight for the past? Do we fight in regret's slow growing army? Do we only go down fists clenched? Or Do we waste away? Do I sit along the shore ( bedrooms, basements, classrooms, places I spend most time) and overlook my pretty little shells ( the best people in my life) Waiting for the shell I threw back (you) To wash up once again After all there are so many shells in the sea And so many shores
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joanna-grace
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
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