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Dec 2013
If you want real love,
get drunk and cry into a mirror.
The broken shards are like...
Okay...sorry...
That was about to be really cliche.
It was going to rip out your heart and
be so emotional.
Instead,
it just makes me look cold and heartless.
Which shows you my broken soul.
Now I am just coming off as pretentious and
I am okay with that.
This poem is in response to
Written by
Zak Krug
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