Im breaking in silence.
Im biting my tongue.
I smile and act;
Like there's nothing wrong.
I breathe and I sigh.
It becomes my rutine.
My only response;
Is that I am fine.
A gun and an arrow.
No difference to set apart.
They still leave a hole.
Still piercing my heart.
I live while I die.
A broken heart still beats.
My pain and my hurt;
Is all that repeats.
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