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You long ago beheaded all the women
you'll ever meet...
Choosing to keep the worst,
and rapidly discarding the best.
All of us are casualties of your lifelong battle
with the ghosts life has heaped upon you.
I would be kinder to slay the ghosts,
so you could safely open your heart to love.
But I suppose you have determined
ghosts can't swim in tequila...
That there are no nightmares at the bottom of a bottle of beer...
But you see there are.
There you'll find that man you call a loser,
and he will not love or be loved.
He will eventually trade all his cherished dreams
for empty bottles.
He will die unhappy, alone and unfulfilled.
He will carry all his sorrow to the end,
then wish he could trade it all
for one more day with me.
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