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When everything is out of sight, it makes it so damn easier
Except for the memories that fester inside the brain
like a leech attached to skin
puncturing, idle
quick to stay, never to leave
How do you live with the constant draining of life
As the memories suck the life out of you
Making it harder and harder to want to move on?
Where is the antidote
To make the draining stop
Where is the antidote
To fix a broken heart
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