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I laid my heart in your wavering hand
Trusting you with the depths of my soul
You never meant to be cruel
Yet you have broken what is left of my faith
Still, I imagine reassembling the shambles
Left over from the unvoiced quarrel
Soft, innocent betrayal destroys my smile
Who was I to ever believe in
Something that never existed
A one-sided love remains
I hear truth ringing endless in my ear
A message I am not willing to listen to
My spirit bruised
I return to the battlefield
For one last round

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