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I’m trying not to think of you,

But when I go to sleep with salt in my eyes and down my cheeks, i realize that ignorance really is all that blissful

I can't heal with distractions.

But there's not much I can do aside from distract when you're silent, when God's silent and everyone else says I just have to trust, keep looking up, but why look up when all I see is blue?

Well, just blink back the pain. Everything that comes out of my mouth is something you've heard me say before and nobody likes a broken record.

Not even the record player.