Amidst the crushed dreams,
I stand, laying my eyes
Upon the scarred men,
Hiding underneath their veil of tears.
With triumph in my palms,
I feel good;
But at what cost?
Guilt, they threw at me;
And innocent my heart.
Yet this cost I have to pay,
The sacrifice to kill their dreams.
My mockery eyes they glare,
Despising my deeds,
Condoning my sins.
I stand,
They fall,
Resting my courage aside,
I contemplate.
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