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Torn and bleeding, here I stand -
My broken heart clutched in my hand.
No outward wounds on me are seen,
But they are there, their sting is keen.
Words flung careless found their mark
Not the real intended target,
But now embedded in my heart.
Why can't you see the truth and understand??
You hit your target, you made them bleed.
But more than that, you damaged me.