Trapped in love's cruel, binding snare,
Each breath I draw, a heavy care.
I've poured my heart, my soul, my all,
Yet still, a part of me does fall.
Life, a distant, broken string,
A shattered dream, a mournful ring.
The one I trusted, turned a foe,
A wound that deepens, a ceaseless woe.
This heart, a vessel, filled with pain,
A silent anguish, a constant strain.
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