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Comfort

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By Atomic HistorianPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read
Comfort
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Today they say write about comfort

But what do you do when all that should comfort you are set on destroying you?

They say they love you

Yet, are the greatest source of your pain

They smile most vile in the sun

In the rain

They make every aspect of your life pain

To them, your comfort is nothing but a game

But when they need you

They call all the same

When they want the comfort of shirking blame

They siphon your soul

They will never understand the toll

They place on your mind

Always shivering when others are kind

There is no comfort, when you can never unwind

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    Written by Atomic Historian