On your shaky ground, there was love being built
You sentenced yourself to a life full of guilt
It took a long time for you to understand
Meanwhile, beyond repair, you caused damage
False accusations, guilty until proven innocent
Your trust was to be earned, a lifelong sentence
By way of ignorance and paranoia affliction
Someone who was faithful, you rendered a victim
A loyal, hard-working, goody two-shoes
Imperfectly freckled, but following rules
I severed the ties from the sad disappointment
To start a new life, however disjointed
You managed the tragedy in your own way
Trapped by your cycle of infinite dismay
You fell prey to a society of hallucinogenists
Unable to separate truth from fiction
Confusion can become dangerously incorrect
Resulting in irreparable regret
Broken to pieces and riddled with scars
I wish you the best from the bottom of my broken heart
Gentle Heart 
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