In shadows cast by whispered lies,
a heart beats heavy, burdened sighs
Each choice a weight, each glance a knife,
a dance of guilt in the theater of life
Promises broken, trust laid bare,
haunted by echoes that linger in air
The mirror reflects a face worn thin,
a silent confession - guilty as sin
Secrets buried in the depths of night,
cloaked in darkness, far from the light
Yet in the silence, truth finds its way,
revealing the cost of the games we play
But far from the ashes, redemption can rise,
a chance to atone, to sever the ties
For even in shadows, a flicker can spark,
to mend what was fractured, to heal the dark
So here stands the heart, laid open and bare,
embracing the past with a knowing stare
For we're all just human, flawed yet divine,
learning to love, though guilty as sin.
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