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Break My Broken Heart

shatter to pieces my broken heart

hold me ’til I’m black and blue

I’m nothing but an empty shell, torn apart

I was a fool who had no clue

 

cut to pieces this hungry heart

and I’ll cure the disease

to make a fresh new start

so my mind can finally be at ease

 

bury this battered piece of heart

store it inside a freezer

someday it may become a world-famous art

right now though, it’s got a bad fever

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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