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[title] => Sheer Distractions from the Inevitable
[time] => 2007-03-06 18:21:38
[hometext] => Distractions are all I have throughout the day so I don't slip under...
[bodytext] => Only when I stop to think My mind cannot sit still My heart seems to start to sink And the Pain inside turns ill I don’t know what to do and then I close my eyes and count One, two, all the way to ten And hope the hurt goes down I wish that I could run away Far, to a distant place Then maybe I could take the Shame Out of this mindless chase Instead, I’m stuck, inside a rut This rut that I call life Because I cannot come undone You cannot read my mind Not knowing what or how to think My head begins to spin I’m coming closer to the Brink And then I’m jumping in The Honest Land is hard to find When one lives in seclusion The Faithful Hand is lost in lines Of insomnia and delusion I don’t believe you when you say That everything’s alright So please just help me out today And leave me alone tonight Talk for hours about butterflies And how stupid teachers are Tell me about how your brother lied About that dented car I need this now, hard as I try To think about what’s here Don’t let me, now, with all your might Just take my wheel and steer Send me away to my Happy Life, The one that isn’t there Do whatever it takes to end my sight Of all the manipulative care My happiness is out of reach, But you have longer arms “Fine” is just a Distraction away, Though into the way of harm. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 48 [informant] => ashleigh [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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