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Comfort In Pain Is My Narcotic
Life, a general state of dissatisfaction,
Privileged, surely you expected a different reaction,
Every night so close, why can't I break down and get it over with,
Even given up on luck, lost faith in the 4 leaf clover myth,
We are distant, the opposite of two faithful lovers,
Time measures loss, hide from the clock under my goose-filled covers,
I repeat the same day, it gets worse in the same milieu,
If I find her, extend my hand and ask two words: will you?
