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Distraction it is the piece in the part of the heart holding dear Fine lines of disgrace mental pleas to the disease are starry eyed beliefs Dream encounters choice remainders final songs strewn out in mad lyrics Played once again tempting, toying with my sanity curses Rants, moans tried and true fantasy held in this earth bountiful to its remorse Staring out windows girth snow piling cold encumbering limbs and stretched faces Laden by the droughts of heart sunken soul bitten and strung out glee
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Distraction
Distraction it is the piece in the part of the heart holding dear Fine lines of disgrace mental pleas to the disease are starry eyed beliefs Dream encounters choice remainders final songs strewn out in mad lyrics Played once again tempting, toying with my sanity curses Rants, moans tried and true fantasy held in this earth bountiful to its remorse Staring out windows girth snow piling cold encumbering limbs and stretched faces Laden by the droughts of heart sunken soul bitten and strung out glee
tiffany-goskey
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
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