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i've heard the songs about killing pain sounding like the only way is with a vinyl record and several shots of something strong *(but pain isn't all alcohol and turntables)* it's a stack of cds still shrinkwrapped so they shine like diamonds a discard pile scratched and cracked so i know that life keeps skipping on a fourth cup of coffee to send my heart rattling and my hands shaking *(i've wished to be in love before just so my heartbreak could someday be justified but i can let the music paint that picture easy)* buffering lyric videos sprawled out in bed watching the light grow brighter behind the curtains finding myself addicted to pain and freezing cold because i need the white noise of a fan at night *(but pain isn't all alcohol and turntables sometimes it's just old boomboxes and black tea)*
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
alcohol and turntables
i've heard the songs about killing pain sounding like the only way is with a vinyl record and several shots of something strong *(but pain isn't all alcohol and turntables)* it's a stack of cds still shrinkwrapped so they shine like diamonds a discard pile scratched and cracked so i know that life keeps skipping on a fourth cup of coffee to send my heart rattling and my hands shaking *(i've wished to be in love before just so my heartbreak could someday be justified but i can let the music paint that picture easy)* buffering lyric videos sprawled out in bed watching the light grow brighter behind the curtains finding myself addicted to pain and freezing cold because i need the white noise of a fan at night *(but pain isn't all alcohol and turntables sometimes it's just old boomboxes and black tea)*
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
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