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the crime has been committed against my vulnerability.
my heart lays broken in pieces on golden soil
there it is, the blood of a rare breed leaks
who did this to me?
was it you or was it me?
the only witness to this vicious act are my emotions, yet the only mouth they can speak through is mine..
so do i speak up?
or do i stay quiet?
i guess im amongst the suspects so while my beating heart now lays stiff, ill plead the fifth
while i look out this glass to see this suspect unmask itself, i think to myself, am i simply looking in the mirror?
waiting to be real with myself?
i need a witness..
i need help.
i need god himself to reveal who is to be held responsible for this madness committed against what was once my heart which is now just a crime scene.
was it him..?
or was it me.....?
