Broken Arrows

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Misdirecting the pain is all I can do now

Betwixt the smile and laughter the vacant space remains unspoken

I stand as I can unafraid of shadows, resolved to let all I am go

Yet with one flash of pain I drawn asunder and cast into stone

Unfeeling behind the mask tormented and fractured

Truth is my crime and honesty my sentence

For I kneel at the target with eyes filled with anguish

A heart filled with remorse and let the masqueraded crowd

Caterwaul at my false belief and tarnished innocence

To be all that could be, to have hoped and to be denied

To have loved, lost broken and renewed

I am almost like the daybreak afraid of dusk

Incomplete and whole for one part is missing from me but taken

from thee also.

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