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[distraction]

it's always the smallest of things that can distract me from the biggest of emotions or events or feelings.

like that twitch you get in your eye sometimes and you want to scream and cry and stab yourself with a pen and wonder if a tattoo will be left when you really have this big gaping hole in your chest from where some stupid boy ripped open your chest and tossed out your useless heart.

yeah, like those kind of little things.

July 20, 2004 - 3:22 am

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