On the same side

I thought we were on opposite sides.

I took the side of hurt,
And you took that of shame.
Remorse belonged to you,
And pride, that was my game.

Sealed in deep caves of stone
I often tried to hide,
But sorrow can't be healed
In deathlike tombs of pride.

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