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You captured my heart and soul,

put them in a jar,

and protected me,

just when I needed someone most.

How could you go and break me,

the way you did?

How could you just stop loving me,

like you never loved me in the first place?

So many questions,

so few answers.

So I just lay here, broken.

My heart... beyond repair,

never to beat again.

But my soul... just bruised.

You tried to break it,

but couldn’t,

so you set it free.

A soul is free today,

belonging to a person,

who can’t even feel it fly.



~*~ Jill ~*~