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(firework by canyon city)

somewhere,

deep down

inside me,

i knew

that i still loved you.

i suppose you could say

that hank

was an escape,

a distraction.

a very

attractive

distraction,

but a

distraction

nonetheless.

he

helped,

in ways

that he would

never know

or

understand.

his company,

to me,

was a form

of healing

my aching heart.

and let me

tell you,

daisy.

his form of healing

was like

hydrogen peroxide.

although

it stung at times,

it healed the wounds

in the end.

the reason why it stung

was because

my feelings for you

were still present.

having hank with me

was helping me

let go

of the love

i once felt

towards you.

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