The Broken Heart LoungeI push the door, and the cold wind welcomes me. I'm entering into the Broken Heart Lounge. Here, pity is my eternal companion. I can have a drink with understanding, or play cards with self destruction. Nobody judges my teary face, as my fellow companions have one of their own. Mister waiter is my friend and listens to all my rambling stories and fills me up with alcohol and forget. Despair in a glass scratches my throat as I sallow my sorrows. Here in the Broken Heart Lounge I feel accepted. I can start putting my thoughts together as I drink copiously and throw up on my scattered hopes and dreams, and nobody feels disgusted as they are so busy minding their own damn miseries. The Broken Heart Lounge is the perfect place to get together and hang out while our exes have real fun out there with their new lovers. The couch is always cozy and warm, just waiting for you to lay on it, go to fetal position and wallow. In the Broken Heart Lounge there are plenty of other pathetic losers that will pretend to listen to your amazing stories while they wait for you to get the fucking out of their faces for them to die in peace. Come enjoy the outstanding game room, with all the stuff you'll need to punish and cut yourself for being so damn insignificant. The Broken Heart Lounge. I'll meet you there, as there's no one who has never checked it out for at least a little bit, and feel free to become a regular, because I know I'm already considered a local.
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