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and they will never know

i try to concoct enough distractions to get you out of my mind.
it works some moments, but not all.
then i find more distractions,
but every night i have to lie down to bed
and i toss and turn for what seems like an eternally.
i awake to no trace of you
and the journey starts again.
at 10:39 PM

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