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Published: 2010-08-16 03:35:53 +0000 UTC; Views: 292; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 3
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Time flew and now it drips.Has it been just two days?
Everything's a haze—
The mind, it slips,
It strikes, it slides—
It does anything but sleep, while
I don't weep.
Cry? Tears?
Too busy for tears.
Too fucking optimistic,
They've gotta see the smile.
Maybe for a while, a minute,
I believe that bullshit too.
But, the truth is, always,
The clichés are true.
And missing you, it kills me
But it keeps me going too.
And in lieu of having us
I'm trying to pursue
A little dream, a little pleasure,
And a lot of too much work.
Because, when I am busy,
I cannot feel the hurt.








