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 Feb 2016 The Winter Jester
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i remember someone saying, life was a game,
i forgot his or her name,
but i sure as heck know, that life and a game are definitley not the same.
unfinished. collab?
Life's too short to surround yourself
with toxic people who live to ruin someone's day.
Don't worry dear
Soon will be a year
You will think of them, shrug  
and won't shread one single tear
 Feb 2016 The Winter Jester
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breaking  a heart is like,

ripping an artists' lovely canvas in half, as you watch the artist cry you laugh.

breaking a heart is like,

smashing a guitarists' guitar, it leaves a musical scar on the guitarist, who no longer wishes to be a star.

breaking a heart is like,

bringing a small child into society, quickly ruining their views of society.

breaking a heart is like,

telling the sun we no longer need him, he says okay, and we regret it as we're slowly dying the next day.

but hey, breaking hearts is popular now.

i mean like wow,

but to be honest, the more

hearts are breaking

the more art is silently awaking.

it's kind of sad really,

dont get me wrong, its breathtaking

but dont you think its silly

**how art has to be awoken this way?
breaking hearts is somehow turning into an art form? and i wanted to write about.
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