Let me tell you what your heart is filled with.
A murk of vengeance, that spoils the once white marbles of the clean slate,
The urge to keep the real you safely tucked in a corner, always hidden away,
A line of scar from when you collided with the cruel hands of destiny,
A bitter liquid that oozes in the drenched land of when you were hurt by me.
And at last,
A tiny glimmer of light making its way through a crack, from deep down your soul,
A flicker of hope that won't relent, a memory you can't seem to let go.
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