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Paper Shredder


All the photos smile back

As I hold them in my hand

You don't know what it's like

to be this lonely man

Shuffling through the memories

Trying to find the good

But all you've left was the bad

Damn, I wish I could

One part of me begs to stop

As the other presses go

I've held on for far too long

And now I've got to let it go

I watch them tear, watch them fall

as my heart slowly, painfully rips

I always thought that I was strong

but I was never prepared for this

I keep feeding the machine

as my tears fall to the floor

Now there is nothing left

I will not remember anymore

All the words from me are dead

They will never again be read

Now nothing more can be said

You've ripped my paper heart to shreds

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