This is my broken letter to you. Stepped aside I still rot. Your body entices me to cry. My broken wings lay desolate. My only heaven has faded. You may not understand the strands of my possiblilities. How my own sympathetic weakness seems to grow. I only know one of us is broken. I've embraced a sullen silence. No lies, no deciet, false
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