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The Heartless
How is it there are so many heartless fakes? Ever so eager to attack and nail you to a stake.
They lead you into dark places with cunning charm
hoping you don't catch on before they can harm.
I have witnessed such behavior, the proof is my tear stained face, something they always saviour.
It amazes me the word love is uttered, yet never embraced. I look into their eyes finding no trace
Yes my heart bare scars and yet I feel blessed. The ill intended failed for you see love rests within me.
I rise brushing off the dirt from my mistaking. finding my way back out of the dark more intack |
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