A Broken Heart

A Broken Heart
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.. heart break is an odd kind of hurt,
’cause your not dying, your not even sick..
.. for all instance and purposes, your perfectly fine,
yet, inside, where your heart used to be, you hurt so much,
that you can’t breathe, you can’t sleep,
you can’t stop the tears from falling..
.. you may eat too much, you may eat not at all..
.. none smokers light up, none drinkers find a bar..
.. a broken heart is one of the world’s greatest equalizer,
’cause it can turn a sweetest angel to a freakin’ devil..





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