The Shredder

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Nothing says I am over you like feeding all the heartache and broken dreams into a shredder.
Yes. All those papers where the heartache scribbled out over the years. The facade dreams concealing the nightmares.
A young boy trying to be a lover man.
All into the shredder. Letting go never felt so final as the last poem is chewed up...

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