Crafted by the weak,
Filling up their foolish heads
With platitudes to speak,
Loving is a joke
Narcissistic flame,
Burning up your good intent
And killing you with shame,
Joy is like a knife
Cutting through a vein,
After all is said and done
You're filled with naught but pain.
All the lessons I have learned
Broken bridges I have burned.
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