A Heartbreaker's Lament

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I claim to love
Yet have no heart
Of this I am aware
Pleasures derived
From those who've borne
The wounds from my despair

I relish every broken heart
Of which I am the cause
And add again to trophy shelves
Remains of broken, hurt, and gone

The twisted sensation
Of all the wrong
Courses through my veins
I need not the rush nor challenge,
Just the feeling of knowing inside:
I am not alone
Just one of the many
Who's hearts and souls have died





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